11/25/2009 (36 Comments)

The ship Chel was on had already reached the halfway point to Litta and was travelling so fast that stars seemed to flash by like street lights on a dark night. Chel scowled to herself. There was no way around it. She was in a position in which she had very little control over what was happening. And worse … she was strapped tightly into a chair and getting a hair cut. “Do you realize how long it takes to grow hair that long?” Chel grumbled to the stoic Sairah female doing the cutting. “Shh, don’t fuss.” The girl responded in a lifeless tone. “I was ordered to cut your hair. You dared to bite the commander … I’ve seen him do worse than cut hair.” Chel shivered at the thought. Having her long hair trimmed was annoying, but hair could grow back without leaving any signs that it had been cut in the first place.