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The Wanderer sloshed in it's port. Perhaps as excited about this new prospect as he was. He clamped down on his cinnamon stick. Control yourself. He thought. She needs a firm hand. You can't go losing your head all the time.Aster studied her surroundings with intense concentration. Feral was greatly different from the place she had lived for the past year, but it did help her to recall memories of her past life on Earth.
He motioned for the girl' seller to come aboard, took the clipboard from him, and scratched an X on the dotted line. He brushed past the seller as he handed the papers back, feeling for a wallet. Pockets are empty. He grumbled to himself as he strode across the deck. He didn't even acknowledge the girl as she came aboard.