She sat up and asked the nearest tech. “I am supposed to be picked up by the Guardians.” He looked at her in surprise. “There is a volcano erupting on the far side of the world. I believe that takes precedence to meeting their new caretaker.” She sat back and sighed. At least her identity was on record. On W’lyn, you could easily get lost in the paperwork if they weren’t sure who you were. A knock at the door brought her around and she saw her client. “Beryl?” “You have the advantage of me. I was just told to come and pick someone up and take them back to base.” The pink hair complemented the soft silver skin that the woman wore with dignity. Her clothing was softly elegant and swirled around her in graceful lines. Her belly hadn’t begun to show yet, but Wren could make out two distinct energy patterns within the body. “I am Wren Silverberg of Terra.
