One moment Dama is where she expects to be, and the next moment she is where she least expects to be - an unheard-of street under an astronomically bizarre sky, showing close, green-blue moons and two orange suns, one much closer than the other, glowing through the clouds. It is raining hard; people are bustling past her under various contrivances to keep the rain off. Nobody looks twice at her.
She wonders if the library has--
She shakes her head to clear it and keeps going.
Leaving feels weird and maybe bad, but it'll probably be better once they've traveled some way.
They are going to be in the sky for three months! They can make an emergency detour if they have to but ideally will not do so. Porlan introduces her to the rest of their section, a mix of purpose made and not. There are fifteen others who answer to Haror, who answers to his shiftmaster, who answers to the captain; the full crew is about 250 people.
They seem like nice enough people.
More reason to hate whoever made her! She kind of wishes they hadn't been quite so dedicated to whatever they thought they were doing.
Maybe she'll take advantage of one of those slow days.
There are a lot of people on this ship who think she is nice looking! She can join Porlan and his girlfriend, or her sectionmate Charenn who sleeps around with everybody like he's awarding himself points, or her sectionmate Lashee who just broke up with her girlfriend in another section and seems to think her accent is cute!
She wouldn't mind spending more time with Lashee.
"Sounds good to me."
This is new to her and very exciting.
It's very good! And Lashee is very good!
She catches herself before claiming they're normal where she's from. "It's not a big deal, it doesn't do anything."
"I started out with it."
That's a much better use of time.
...They can see her weird scar, sure.