Wayward Station

One sun was in the sky, and while it was early by Xiunus standards the tsabhua were rousing themselves, relighting fires and sorting out breakfast.  The three colonists were travel-worn and knew the routine already.  Dawnbreaker set about getting food while Cygnus packed up their sleeping blankets.  Kukimbia watched them, munching on berries she had in a bowl.  Orion, who usually helped with the morning proceedings, was instead suspiciously checking over the...