Faires were fun. Trance liked faires. She liked watching the organics mill around, children playing games. Pets. Even trapped here, with the limitations put on her abilities, with the knowledge of what was happening and what could happen, sometimes life just needed to be free. To let things thrive, out in the open. Without controls, or limitations or agendas. Just being. No Perfect Possible Future. For the next 5 minutes at least, she was just going to enjoy herself.

Trance enjoyed feeling the sun, even if she didn't know it personally. And while she did miss her friends, her crew mates on Andromeda, she had forgotten the feeling of just living. Surrounded by soil and sunlight. She closed her eyes, willing herself to feel her connection to her sun, so light, so tenuous. She spun around, a brief moment of pure joy, her purple skin glittering off the unknown sunlight, tail flickering.

Getting into the spirit of things, and she loved those drinks with the tiny umbrellas, Trance ordered one from a nearby vendor and skipped away.