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May. 22nd, 2019 04:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
He can feel the ice, cold and deep in his veins. There's chatter below, sharp high frequencies that meld together. Joy.
Swallowing hard, he turns away from the glass. He needs to get his suit if he is to go down to the planet. Grale is inhospitable to humans otherwise.
The corridors are brightly lit, a sharp contrast to the dark outside. He stands in the opening, blinking. There are spots in his eyes and eventually, he shakes his head and steps onto the smooth metal. He is comfortable without his sight, has been since birth.
He reaches the branch off and turns right. Above him, a voice rumbles. It is still odd to hear speech, even after five years in space. He was still used to the clamor of frequencies that resonated in his bones. He could feel them, confusion, joy, anticipation. It was getting stronger as the ship entered the atmosphere.
At the end of the corridor, the metal door was already opening and he could see the captain's large shadow.
"Captain Alandra," he said wincing at the feel of words escaping his throat. Was he too loud again?
Swallowing hard, he turns away from the glass. He needs to get his suit if he is to go down to the planet. Grale is inhospitable to humans otherwise.
The corridors are brightly lit, a sharp contrast to the dark outside. He stands in the opening, blinking. There are spots in his eyes and eventually, he shakes his head and steps onto the smooth metal. He is comfortable without his sight, has been since birth.
He reaches the branch off and turns right. Above him, a voice rumbles. It is still odd to hear speech, even after five years in space. He was still used to the clamor of frequencies that resonated in his bones. He could feel them, confusion, joy, anticipation. It was getting stronger as the ship entered the atmosphere.
At the end of the corridor, the metal door was already opening and he could see the captain's large shadow.
"Captain Alandra," he said wincing at the feel of words escaping his throat. Was he too loud again?