WfR108: Ping!

Commander Grathik perused the data he'd been handed, so Nahreev caught Amara's eye and mouthed 'Wow!' Amara caught a sense of adoration and pride.

A lover's pride. Specifically, Molly's. Despite being even further from Quind now than with the Tonotak Clan, she could still distinctly feel the mycelial connection she'd speculated might have been an STD. Perhaps it was, but the sense of Molly being there, blazingly proud, was as distinct as Nahreev standing before her.

So, also, was Amara the Explorer, uncovering all the secrets of Quind Field. But That side of Commander D'Iræ, walking to the bridge of a fleet ship, should have been buried in professional pride. If Nahreev could summon the Explorer like Molly, there were certainly a myriad of puzzles in Quind Field to solve.

Amara sighed and followed Grathik, still buried in the datapad. Nahreev smiled secretly behind.