Day 42 (Nuuko)

[Stix]

The sky has darkened in the Olympian night; the lone beacon of light is a lantern hanging from the mast of the Maundrells' boat. Piers sits beneath, reverently closing one of his ever-present books as he glances across to the nearby boat.

"Nuuko," he says, tentatively breaching the distant lullaby of lapping waves, barely able to make out the lanky Prime's silhouette in the blue-black night. "Tell me about the Prime Material."

[TheGratefulNed]

The displaced Athasian stares at the empty night sky for a long moment before turning his attention to the human. "Dry, harsh," his dusty voice carries lightly over the ocean noises. "Metal is scarce, almost as scarce as water." He says nothing more, waiting for his employer's reaction.