Posted by Civilian Micah Pikelsimer (Federation Security Agent) in Tennessee, Earth - Home Sweet Home

Posted by Commander Shara Calloway (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Tennessee, Earth - Home Sweet Home

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A soft chuckle rolled in her throat as she walked with him, glad for the fresh air. One might assume that with a career as long as hers that she was used to the recycled and filtered air of artificial environments, but they were usually forgetting one key factor: she was a covert drop. She had of course spent time on stations and outposts, but the majority of her work had taken place on habitable planets and she was there long enough each time to get used to the particular taste of that air and the smells on the breeze. She was a colony girl at heart and lived and breathed the outdoors. and so it would always be.

“I know very little about my ancestors. Never bothered to go looking really. Though I’ve wondered a bit about my mother’s family. Apparently there was a long line of musicians and artists. It’s in the blood.”

~Shara

“Let me know if you wanna look. I have connections.” and he looked back at her and winked.

Sh gave him a really expression. He had connections? So did she. If she wanted to go digging, she could. She just never felt a strong desire to. She hadn’t had roots in a long time, though if anything was changing, it was that.

It took the better past of an hour, but they eventually reached the top. There was a clearing, obviously man-made, and Micah stood in the center with his hands on his hips looking around. He then looked at Shara.

“Ok… so in this direction -” and he faced north, “- if you count three peaks over, thats the north side of the property. West and east is four peaks either way. South is two. Property lines are a square, more or less, so you can get a good idea of what we have.” He stepped back a few paces and let her take it all in.

Micah

Shara stepped up, adjusting that guitar on her shoulder, and swept her gaze along the lines her had laid out and nodded. “It’s beautiful,” she said, her voice hushed.

Turning she seemed cautious almost. “Want a confession? I don’t belong to places. I tried, especially on Tracken. I really did! But I can’t belong to a place. Edward though, he felt it in his bones that Tracken was where he was meant to be. I was happy there, don’t get me wrong, but I stayed because he was happy there and I really did want something better for any child of ours than I had had on Midos.” It sat there on the back of her tongue: a simple statement. And yet it couldn’t come forth. Was it fear? Did she fear condemnation? Reprisal? Whatever the reason, she didn’t continue and just turned her gaze back to the mountains and valley she could call a refuge.

~Shara