FIVE YEARS AFTER LEAVING CONCORDIA
The Ark was a restful place to go when things got heated on the ship, and things had been more and more heated lately. Wilder liked to sit in one of the growing rooms, where brilliant lights overhung the lush beds, lighting the rest of the space in a soft glow. The atmosphere was warm, humid, and enriched with additional oxygen to meet the needs of the plants. Most importantly, the growing rooms were quiet.
In the Sirocco, it was hard to escape other people and their noise. There was always someone shouting down a passageway, playing their music too loud, or arguing with a neighbor. The conditions reminded her of Sidhe and its surfeit of screaming babies as the colony struggled to rebuild its numbers. Only then she’d been able to escape by building her
