“Is it always so intense?” Venin laughed. “You are providing me with endless opportunities for inappropriate comments, Iris.” “Zip it and tell me that I will get used to it, traveler.” She pinched the bridge of her nose and tried to focus. “You will get used to it. We have left the atmosphere now, look out at the stars.” She did as he said and focused on the constellation she recognised. The hunter. Her mother had always told her that those stars had guarded her birth and now, she was flying toward them. It was a peculiar change in location that was bringing her to the places that she had only dreamed of before this moment. In her mind, she let space take the place of her forests, alien races and other ships were now the beasts and the stars were the trees and landmarks that she used to find her way. It was a surprisingly easy transition. “What does morinial mean?” His tone was conversational, but his curiosity was definitely evident. “Administrator Hyak didn’t explain it to you?”
