26: Piran
Piran
Piran lay in his bunk, headrest raised. He didn’t want to go out at the moment. Not when Keelin was banging about. She’d say something to wind him up. Or she’d sneer, and he’d be forced to look at that snout again.
He sighed, remembered better times. She’d never been one of those turn-and-stare types, not like Wynne or Ronat. But she had a look about her, especially when she smiled. A sense of fun, too. Wasn’t a flirt, or one of those bubbly airheads. But she had a quick wit, knew how to cut someone down. Wasn’t malicious with it, either. And even though she never paid him much attention, she made the place more interesting.
Better times. Better than now, anyway.
At least he had his lattice back now, though. It was like being reunited with an old friend. It kept on sur
