Chewing on a bit of croissant (her newest culinary find), Vora grabbed a glass of water and meandered over to his desk. She had to be on duty in a little bit, as did Johann, but she liked to check her messages beforehand to clear that task off her list. Logging in with her credentials, it was the usual notations about duty schedules, a question from a new junior scientist about procedures with regards to Astrometrics, and a personal message. She sipped from the water glass she held in her left hand.

Vora blinked. It was from Tenra. But not Dr. Alkia

Frowning, it was surely an unexpected message from her uncle that she would once again read and delete, never to be replied to. He’d yet to give her a reason to rust him and she saw no reason for that to change.

Opening the message, her maroon eyes skimmed the message. A small gasp ensued. The glass slipped from her hand and hit the desk. It didn’t break, but water spilled everywhere. Her eyes darted between the message and the water, but she was frozen, unable to prioritize which situation was more important.

~Vora Zorell, Sciences