Warping Toward Familiar Stars.

We’re finally on our way to Trill. The transport slipped out of Docosie III’s orbit just over an hour ago, and now we’re cruising at warp toward my homeworld.

It’s been a long time since I’ve been back. I sent a quick message ahead, and my parents are over the moon. My sister’s still off‑world, so James won’t get the chance to meet her this trip, but there will be other visits.

Since my family home is only a short shuttle ride from the Caves of Mak’ala, my mother has already arranged everything: James will take the guest room, and I’ll be back in my old room, which feels strangely comforting.

At the moment, James has gone off to—his words, “raid the galley.” I just hope he doesn’t overdo it.