Standard Day 216, Standard Year 19,867

As a Board Certified Magus for hire, I end up travelling a LOT. My background of coming as I do from the Luahn Protectorate helps in those hires, since it means I have solid military experience and training atop my understanding of the Non-Causal Sciences. That my homeworld was once Draconic is an additional feather in my cap, since understanding Draconic technology is one of those things that can pull a bonus on a lot of assignments.

So, here I am, on a lonely moon of a beautiful gas giant, one barely terraformed to have an atmosphere breathable by Rianths and baseline humans, set to explore some ruins, see what can be found, and to handle any unpredictable things. The place is so new that the original habitat modules are still in use, hence these lovely quarters.

Along the way, across assignments, just like everyone else, I've made friends. Some good, some better than good, some amazing. Sarawen, another Magus, though not Institute-trained like myself, is one of the nicest. A Rianth like me, and as importantly an otter like me, she is gorgeous, voluptuous, sexy, and hotter than a star's plasma fire. She also has a few cute little habits. I have to thank you, Sarawen dear, for this newest addiction - seashells in my mouth. I never realized the instinct for this ran SO deep that we Rianth would find it nearly irresistible. So, these shots of my being cute are as much for you as they are for me. Perhaps one day we'll get that swim I promised you out on Tarvan's World. Gods I hope so.

Penned in relaxation, Standard Day 216, Standard Year 19,867, by myself, Araseen Marakal, Board Cretified Magus



All images taken using Alchemy Viewer under ambient lighting conditions, in Whispering Pines
Mention of Sarawen (and her insane beauty) is a reference to  Sarawen, go show the lovely otter some love.