Tora listened, quite rapt as Arha painted a vivid picture of her world. One which swam in the pale dusty tones of sand and windswept rock. It sounded hauntingly beautiful.

"Once Bea, that's Beatriz my best friend, we went to the Painted Desert, it sounds much as you describe. Beautiful yet harsh in it's own way, it was nice to visit, but I think I am too well used to the cold to stay there too long.

"We can leave the ship? Will we visit strange places? Meet new people?" Hands clasped together in glee.