Sprite wandered through the maze of hallways and corridors, fluttering about on her delicate wings. Wings that she was quite fond of--four in all, that shimmered with gold dust and had a translucent rainbow sheen. Many of the occupants on the ship were good candidates, but Sprite wondered if there was someone perhaps better. Besides that she also had to understand the ship itself. How it operated, how people communicated, what was accepted and what was unacceptable. And what a better place to start than in the command room where the captain would most likely be stationed.