Qulan was quite alright, despite the rocking of the ship from the storm. Whereas many others had lost enough lunches for a week, the Shinjo was fine. She sat in her bunk, trying to keep herself amused by playing around with her bracelets. It wasn't working out too well, to be honest. Her mind wandered back and forth, wishing she were back home in the wide open spaces. She missed the smell of grass most of all.
And then she let out a sigh. I can't even go outside and enjoy it. Stupid storm.
