The planet in the viewers was a large green one. More landmass than visible waters. At least from the relative distance of space. In fact, the true danger of this world was the face that the ground was more like flotsam in some places then solid ground. So you had to tread carefully while on it's surface. There was water everywhere, and unlike some planets, it was mostly fresh. Sure, there was a couple of large salt lakes, but they were not what drove this world's ecosystems. It was all about the tides, eddy's and pools of the fresh water. For the intended inhabitants, walking upon a solid ground was not an issue. Mostly dwellers that preferred to live high from the ground in treetops, this world had been an easy model to terraform.<br/><br/>It spun around the star that served as it's sun in a rotation of about 400 days, which was what counted as one calendar year, and turned on it's slightly tilted axis once every 30 hours, a day there on the peaceful seeming planet. It teemed with life of many varieties, all carefully selected and bred to grow on the planet, down to the last insect and microbe. All made to help the ecosystems flourish and thrive in a natural process.<br/><br/>It had two moons orbiting it, one significantly smaller than the other, and the large one further away than the small one. From the planets surface they looked to be same distance. However the smaller and closer of the moons, cycled faster than the larger farther away moon, and it was by the smaller moon that the peoples who would eventually come to live here would gauge the turning of the months. The larger moon marking the turning of the seasons.<br/><br/>Only one thing marred the surface of this Eden like world. A large crater that was not even three years old. And in that, the debris of a large science vessel. The final resting place of the<span style="font-style: italic">Elora De'nai</span>and 99.9% of her crew. And it was there that Amadalia Silverleaf stood on the edge of to throw another woven ring of flowers into, whispering the Goddess' prayer of rest.<br/><br/>Two years here, with only one other truly sentient being. A female from the other side of the Homeworld. A person who knew how to fight and survive. It would have been much harder to remain alive if it had not been for her. Still, unlike Amadalia, she was not in the least sentimental, and never visited the grave site of her former shipmates. And if it had not been for Amadalia's insistence that she do something every few months, no signs of life might have been detected.<br/><br/>However, she had, and it was, which rendered the decision on whether or not to investigate planetside into a mandatory status for the orbiting ship of the Drakones Empire. After all, one never knew when a new species could be a viable threat to their expansion across the stars, or even an ally.<br/><br/>Amadalia turned in her softly glowing suit, as the sun was setting and made for "home". It was likely to be another long night of nut stew and lack of real conversation. Not that she minded at this point, since a little over 800 days with no one else, you learned everything there was to know about another person. They were very close, even more than a sister, but they never talked after Amadalia left her tribute of remembrance.<br/><br/>It was that precisely she rose to in the tops of the trees, only waving to Sameli as she went to wash up for dinner. The day turning to early evening, and the daytime animals quieting down to give way to the noise of the nocturnal.