Post by kyrin on Apr 3, 2009 13:48:52 GMT -5
Kyrin stared at her small bag of items fretfully, her lightly glossed lips drawn tight across her face. Perhaps if she had not endured training, she would have the urge to bite at her perfectly manicured fingers, but instead she simply furrowed her brow, ever-so-delicately and contemplated how she would begin work and what to do with the measly amount of items to her name. It was much harder starting over than she had originally believed.
Begrudgingly, she moved towards the bag and unwound a bundle of silk curtains. They were of rich red and gold colors, and she thumbed them fondly. She began to drape them around the room and immediately felt slightly better about her decision. It was a long way to go until the shuttle would begin to feel like home, if she were allowed to stay that long, but she would have to make do until then.
Next, Kyrin pulled out a small mat of some sort in a creamy white color, gold embroidery dancing along the edges of it. For now it would be her bed until she could find something of more suitability. Silently, she promised herself that would be her first priority on the next planet they stopped at. Withdrawing a matching pillow, the bag began to collapse in on itself. Kyrin smiled to herself though and placed it gracefully at one end of the mat. It was odd how the Academy had such effect on one’s poise. She bent from the waist, with the lightest bend of the knee, not squatting nor leaning over fully. For what one often called a whore, she deftly made sure that not a single body part was exposed at all times.
Moving away from her little humble abode, she admired the workings of the ship itself, the buttons and levers of the control pit. She touched one lever softly, wrapping her long delicate fingers around its sturdy handle. The ship and Kyrin were a stark contrast, but somehow they would have to form one. Suddenly a hitched sigh escaped her lips, one of relief and hope. She almost felt like crying, stunned at her emotional response to such a simple act, but instead she smiled, only allowing her eyes to glaze over.
Abruptly, Kyrin was jolted from her reverie from a sound at the door. She inhaled deeply and called out in a melodic voice. “Who’s there?”
Begrudgingly, she moved towards the bag and unwound a bundle of silk curtains. They were of rich red and gold colors, and she thumbed them fondly. She began to drape them around the room and immediately felt slightly better about her decision. It was a long way to go until the shuttle would begin to feel like home, if she were allowed to stay that long, but she would have to make do until then.
Next, Kyrin pulled out a small mat of some sort in a creamy white color, gold embroidery dancing along the edges of it. For now it would be her bed until she could find something of more suitability. Silently, she promised herself that would be her first priority on the next planet they stopped at. Withdrawing a matching pillow, the bag began to collapse in on itself. Kyrin smiled to herself though and placed it gracefully at one end of the mat. It was odd how the Academy had such effect on one’s poise. She bent from the waist, with the lightest bend of the knee, not squatting nor leaning over fully. For what one often called a whore, she deftly made sure that not a single body part was exposed at all times.
Moving away from her little humble abode, she admired the workings of the ship itself, the buttons and levers of the control pit. She touched one lever softly, wrapping her long delicate fingers around its sturdy handle. The ship and Kyrin were a stark contrast, but somehow they would have to form one. Suddenly a hitched sigh escaped her lips, one of relief and hope. She almost felt like crying, stunned at her emotional response to such a simple act, but instead she smiled, only allowing her eyes to glaze over.
Abruptly, Kyrin was jolted from her reverie from a sound at the door. She inhaled deeply and called out in a melodic voice. “Who’s there?”