Ana sniffled as she looked out to the projected,  artificial void , the hologram flickering with fake starlight and painting the otherwise dim bridge in wavering,  blue light. It was very late into the night shift on the ancient vessel, the few servitor that we're not charging were making rounds along the various ports and consoles and the everpresent drink servitor walks among the cushioned and plush leather couches.<br/><br/>The mechanical maiden brought around a bottle of the peach brandy and refilled the tall glass of Ana's the chill liquor causing water to sweat along the glass and a slight frost to form near the bottom. She took shaky sips from the glass,  her red lipstain marking the rim with a crimson effigy of lips. Her sobs were silent as she reflected,  smoke curling forth,  the scent of honey, thin ghostly wraiths curkingband writhing about het almost as if expressing the turns of her thoughts.  No longer did she lookalike some daemon of need, the Trader looked like some scared little imp. Her horns were no longer a stark feature,  they only made her look meek in her curled posture,  her knees pressed to her chest.<br/><br/>The woman never heard cyrine,  her mind focused elsewhere remember the one she grew up admiring. He was her one friend in childhood ams her support as always. The confident and charming smile of her brother,  his sure manner something she wanted to mirror.  Of course as they grew and she found him picked for the writ ...and the pact.  Her love and admiriance turned to jealously and ...<br/><br/>The redhead brought her back to reality and she gasped,  tears running down her cheek and her eyes puffy. Cyrine would realize the orbs were now a jade green,  a stark differences from the purple before. Ana was caught crying and momentarily felt shamed.  It was only a display of emotion,  natural emotion but in front of cyrine something made her almost...ashamed to he sen that way even as a musefor the woman.<br/><br/>The voice cut through her thoughts though,  thebjoke making her smile as the bottle was gently pushed away with the class with a slight -tink- and followed by a swig of the brandy by Ana. " No. No. I didn't even do anything with her. I was seized by a strong run of emotions before. " her voice was raw and shaky and more tears fell down her face still,  slowly tracing the contours of her face.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>