Letters from Camp: An Excerpt!

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Wow! I can’t even believe it, I managed to get words on the page yesterday!  Not a lot, but it was a start! So maybe that will get me out of the rut I seem to be stuck in!  I celebrated with some dryads and nymphs who were out dancing in the rain we had today!  Talk about fun!  I never knew they could be so much fun, usually they are a pretty elusive bunch!  I gotta say, if you get a chance get out there and spend some time with them!  Here is a bit of what I have!

Walking over to the window to the Docking Bay Office I murmur to the clerk, “Melody Joy, docking Mo Thuras on Bay Seven.”
Something flashes in his eyes, mixed with the startled expression that moves across his face, too quick for me to figure out what it was. I just know it was there. Some thought he did not want me to know, moving behind his eyes. Taking obvious care to neutralize whatever he was thinking he speaks up. “Melody, it has been a while. Your papers are all in order, how long you plan to stay in port?” He asks me, his voice reverberating slightly through the large station.
I wince; sure everyone in the station heard my name. The young man is familiar to me, but does not seem to be jumping to the fore. While I am sure we went to school together, his name eludes me at the moment. “Not long, only a few days. I am swinging through to see my parents. Time to share the successes of my first journey out. It will be nice to see them, not to mention see some familiar surroundings. Space outside of the contained and confined spaces of my ship.” I grin at him. “Have to get back out there though. As Da says, ‘being in port doesn’t make money, doesn’t pay the bills’,” I finish with his favorite saying.
“Have a safe time in port.” It looks as if there is something else he would like to say… some other thoughts rolling through his mind. Peeking out through his eyes, teasing me with more questions. It is as if, not knowing what to say, he just gives the standard port farewell, instead of giving voice to what he is feeling.
Looking at him curiously, I open my mouth to ask him what it is when Kieran bounds over to me and pounces. Sending me tumbling, making me laugh. Forgetting all about it, I get up, dust myself off and pick up my gear. Taking a deep breath the smell of familiarity surrounds me; it is the smell of home. I have found each port to have its own unique smell that even comes to mind when I think of them. Maybe because of the food they serve, or the cultures and lives the people there lead. I have yet to figure that out, but come to accept and even relish in that little detail.

Spent some time cleaning the cabin today!  Along with the celebrating with the dryads and nymphs, boy am I sore!  Totally worth it though!  Well, I need to get back to the words, they are calling to me!  Hope you enjoyed the glimpse into Mo Thuras!

How about you? Have you seen the dryads? Danced with the nymphs?

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