Since Starlight Beacon had been restored, Adanell had been spending most of his time here. The station was full of different sections that were perfect to be explored. It was impressive how the engineers were able to gather so many places inside only one structure.
From everything that Starlight had to offer, Adanell’s favorite place was the biosphere zone. It was filled with plants from different planets, including some from his own homeworld. Among those was an entire patch of red Pom Blodau. They were exactly the same flower that grew in the fields next to his house in Annwfyn. He liked to seed below a nearby golden tree, to look at the red carpet formed by the plants.
It was exactly what the Annfyn was doing at the moment. He was seated under the tree, which golden leaves moved slowly due to the artificial breeze that originated from the system that maintained the atmosphere inside the biosphere. In front of him, the Pom Blodau flowers colored the grass with its red colors.
The Annfyn had his legs crossed, with his harp being supported by them. His fingers moved through the strings of the instrument, generating nostalgic music. This entire place made him nostalgic for his home, even if he would never admit it.
@Woven
From everything that Starlight had to offer, Adanell’s favorite place was the biosphere zone. It was filled with plants from different planets, including some from his own homeworld. Among those was an entire patch of red Pom Blodau. They were exactly the same flower that grew in the fields next to his house in Annwfyn. He liked to seed below a nearby golden tree, to look at the red carpet formed by the plants.
It was exactly what the Annfyn was doing at the moment. He was seated under the tree, which golden leaves moved slowly due to the artificial breeze that originated from the system that maintained the atmosphere inside the biosphere. In front of him, the Pom Blodau flowers colored the grass with its red colors.
The Annfyn had his legs crossed, with his harp being supported by them. His fingers moved through the strings of the instrument, generating nostalgic music. This entire place made him nostalgic for his home, even if he would never admit it.
@Woven