Eldorin had finished writing the most recent letter to his wife and sat back to re-read it a little, sipping on a cup of ginger tea:

Rende,

The SS Lunar Rover is…well, it’s a bit more cramped than I anticipated. I swear half the corridors were designed for children with those low ceilings! Still, she’s a fine ship, sturdy and with a good crew so far. It’s strange not having you by my side. Waking up in this tiny bunk without you is… unsettling. I miss our morning arguments about who gets the shower first. I even miss your snoring (almost). How’s MACO training? Are they working you hard? Don’t let those youngsters push you around, love. Show them what a seasoned El-Aurian warrior is capable of.

Space is…vast. I know we both knew that, but being out here, surrounded by it, it’s something else entirely. I find myself staring out the viewport for what seems like hours, thinking about Tabris, about El-Auria, our home in Belfast, about everything we’ve been through. I hope this posting brings us some peace, some sense of purpose. Maybe even a chance to find our purposes again.

Write back soon, my love. Tell me everything. Even about the awful rations they’re probably feeding you.

Forever yours,

Eldorin

~Eldorin Asam, Engineering Officer~