Posted by Lieutenant Tinga (Communications) in Diamond Beach
Tinga never fancied herself a great painter but she enjoyed artistic expression as many Andorians often did. The last time she had been on Earth she had come to Diamond Beach in Iceland with no canvas or brushes to speak of. Today, as she sat on the beach, intent on the scenery and her easel, the crisp clean wind ruffled a strand of silver hair and whispered in her ear. Smiling, she thought how her family would probably like this place even though it might be too warm for some.

• Tinga

Marthese had been more then grateful that the Lt had let her tag along,with no family to call her own the female doctor had nowhere else to go.She kept close to Tinga and even though marthese was wearing a jacket two inches thick with fleece on the inside,gloves and a scarf was still feeling cold.. so cold that she could not stop her upper and lower teeth from hitting against each other.

Marthese Dr.