<em>Silver Song</em>, known to the rest of the universe as<em>Maria</em>purred softly in response to the ear scratching.   While this wasn't the first time that she'd experienced space travel, she didn't like it any better this time than any other trip that had been made before.  She didn't know why she was initially surprised that she'd been selected among all the clans to deal with this matter.<br/><br/>There were exactly three memory singers that had been adopted: one was on Manticore in the House of the Earl of White Haven, the second on Grayson in the House of the Protector, and she was the third.  Which meant that the responsibility had fallen to her.<br/><br/>And she still hated space travel.<br/><br/>She unwound her body from Fredrico's shoulder, bouncing with deceptive lightness to the deck.  She turned to look at her long suffering human companion, sitting up on her true legs with a soft "Bleek!" of amusement then her remaining four limbs flashed in what had become known as Treecat sign.<br/><br/><em>There'd better be celery involved with dinner.</em><br/><br/><br/><br/>Maria's ears flickered in amusement before she turned away then padded over to sit on the deck next to the tactical officer.   She'd managed to startle the female who occupied the seat by her interest.  Fortunately, the ships captain (the one with the white head covering) was not only interested in Treecats but also had taken the effort to learn 'sign even though he wasn't an adoptee himself.  Not only did he set a good table (and understood the importance of celery with dinner) but had actually allowed her to move around the bridge, even letting her observe the various displays.  As long as she kept her hands off of the controls and didn't distract any of the crew.<br/><br/>Maria's attention remained fixed on the tactical display as she sat next to the tactical officer.  Hopefully, she'd understand what it all meant by the time that they got home.  But the whole thing just fascinated her.