Hill reflects his careful tension, poised like a big cat on the hunt.
(If you look closely, you can almost see the coiled muscle under sleek fur.)
The only movement she makes is a slight narrowing of her eyes when he turns to look at her.
"What about your brother?" she asks
Captain Golden God of the USS Dreamboat might have something different to say, she imagines.
But there's something different about him. She can't place her finger on it, but he's ... subdued. Instead of speaking without thought, he aborts whatever was on the tip of his tongue.
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(If you look closely, you can almost see the coiled muscle under sleek fur.)
The only movement she makes is a slight narrowing of her eyes when he turns to look at her.
"What about your brother?" she asks
Captain Golden God of the USS Dreamboat might have something different to say, she imagines.
But there's something different about him. She can't place her finger on it, but he's ... subdued. Instead of speaking without thought, he aborts whatever was on the tip of his tongue.
"Do the people here know what you are?"