Feb 12, 2010 19:52
[ gaila awakens in a room she doesn't recognize, staring at an unfamiliar ceiling, wrapped in sheets that don't quite feel right. she sits up, mouthing this isn't my room and where's nyota? not expecting any answers. it's more to herself, than anything else. she raises a hand and brushes bright red hair out of her face, then stops, holding the hand out. ]
Green. I'm green again!
[ letting out a huff of air that turns into a relieved sort of laugh, gaila falls back into the pillows. thank the gods. whatever that was-- a dream, some sort of experiment-- it was over. ]
[ ooc | backdated to a few days ago due to fail of the distracted by pretty snow in texas kind. ]
[star trek xi] gaila