There were three arboreta aboard the Ark Angel and T’Mor was certainly interested in visiting them. She spent some quite hours at the one on deck fourteen. Taking particular interest in a collection of palms, she practiced sketching their unique bark and fronds. Palm trees were in their own way fascinating. On their native Earth they are associated with tropical areas of the planet, areas subject to harsh weather and rapid changes in wet and dry seasons. They were able to withstand desert heat, tropical winds, and major floods. Yet also, humans often attached to them a sense of serenity. T’Mor often desired that she could be so unbothered by her circumstances.

In the turbolift and traveling down from deck fourteen, she remembered something about a recreation hall, and specifically a library. Normally, recreational areas of starships were much more - social, than she preferred. Libraries however were almost required to be a quieter type of space. A good place to keep in mind. Since it was somewhat on the way, she reasoned it might be worth stopping there as well. Exiting onto deck eighteen, sketchbook and pencil pouch in hand, T’Mor made her way down the corridor.

~€> Ensign T’Mor, Science