It was his usual time, and that was one of the nice things about the entire Navy being on Guild Mean Time—his schedule didn’t have to change. He stretched and rolled his neck before doing several rounds of yoga. He knew the ship had a gym, and he would take advantage of that at some point, but right now exercise in the safety of his cabin seemed wiser. When he was finished, he showered and put on his uniform, still surprised by the reflection of the dark blue in the mirror. Making sure his hair was clubbed correctly and his ribbons were on straight, he stepped into the main cabin. Fenfyr was gone. Tristan wondered where the dragon was off to; Fenfyr was security as well as a “scout”, and Tristan suspected the dragon was exploring the darker parts of the massive ship. His kind had a hyper-acute sense of smell—if they chose—when in an atmosphere, and Fenfyr might be “sniffing out trouble”, as he liked to say. Tristan hadn’t been in the room for more than five minutes when there was a scratching on the door and Riggan entered with a tray with a coffee service on it.
