Posted by James Sinclair in Event Horizon Station- Promises

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Faye Calloway (Counter-Intelligence Officer) in Event Horizon Station- Promises

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Okay, good. So she hadn’t just forgotten. Faye was certain she’d have remembered that detail about him. “Interesting. So do you still read them? And how do you store that many?” Faye’s brand of reading was varied but graphic stories hadn’t been something she had much experience with.

~Faye

Daggum nodded. “I do. Love to read them, actually. I keep them in small environmentally-controlled storage crates in my quarters. Good thing about being the Operations Chief, no one questions why I have crates stacked up in my room.” and he laughed.

Daggum

Faye laughed too. They were two peas in a pod, really. Him with his crates, her with hers all lined up in her lab. “My Dad loved poetry. All kinds, from all sorts of places, but especially Terran. Apparently he used to read me poems when I was a baby to put me to sleep. Something about the cadence of certain works. But it fuelled my love of reading when I was a kid. And then later, when I was with Kodell, he had the most extravagant and full library of physical books I’d ever seen. I used to dust the books as part of my tasks once he trusted e enough to be in there and every now and again I’d search the stacks to see if he happened to have a copy of the book of poems my dad loved and was destroyed on Tracken. Never did find it there. But there were so many books in there that it could have taken me many more years of looking to know if it was there or not.” She could have asked after things had shifted between her and Kodell, but for reasons Faye never understood she couldn’t bring herself to.

~Faye