Chapter 1 Rohn
“Hurry up.” Cirra sat on her bags, huffing dramatically. Classically beautiful, the Sangrin female had an even plum complexion and delicate, curling horns. She wore a traditional robe of fine white silk, wrapped tight with a thick sash against the chill in the air.
She was also the most entitled, irritating female Rohn had ever encountered. Whatever physical beauty she had; she dispelled that illusion the moment she opened her mouth. Mud splattered the hem of the white fabric and Rohn couldn’t help but think it couldn’t happen to a better person.
“If you’re bored, you can load those bags. Save us time,” Rohn said.
The female tossed her head back, the ornamental metal tips on her horns glistening under the Earth sun. “Isn’t that your job?”
“My job is to operate this ship
