Lowered illumination during the rest cycle cast the corridors of Moya into deeper shades of caramel, gold and black. It wasn't much darker to the Nebari's vision, merely softer. Chiana preferred to wander Moya during these arns, avoiding areas most frequented by whomever wasn't on watch. When, of course, she wasn't on watch herself. She preferred these arns to volunteer for watch. Aeryn had drawn lots for the chore this rest cycle, however, so Chiana finally found herself with time on her hands and dark, empty sleeping quarters.

Fortunately she'd found a curiosity on the last commerce stop. It was just laying around, so she'd picked it up. It looked like some sort of child's game, she figured; just a set of fabric strands with pieces of something in the middle of them. It looked like the pieces were mildly attracted to one another; if one twirled and pulled the strands just right, the pieces looked to make a round disc when fitted together. Even fingers skilled at the most exacting lock picking were struggling to manage this puzzle, without success.

Of course this game was probably made for the immature inhabitants of that commerce planet, with their additional digits, four arms and blurring high speed, but she didn't see why she couldn't do it. The game was proving frustrating, but at the moment it was refreshingly pleasant to wander the quiet, muted corridors and dedicate some more arns to this finger puzzle.

Solitude didn't prove complete. Aeryn was exiting a corridor with some equipment on her shoulder. Aeryn often spent arns with Pilot, but Pilot would want some relative solitude himself before long. Evidently Aeryn couldn't just stare at some boring readouts or a blank view screen all rest cycle, but had to take up some light repairs. Chiana managed a smirk to think of all the repair skills she gained by having the same restlessness.

"Pilot kick you out for some peace?"

"Frell Chiana don't you ever sleep in down time?"

"Nnnnot if there is anything else I can do... And right now maybe there is."

Aeryn looked at the game Chiana was still working at with her fingers. Aeryn slightly furrowed her brow but decided to dismiss the curiosity. "That philosophy would have quickly made you a dead PeaceKeeper."

"But then I wouldn't have been me."

"Of course you would be; who else would you be?" Aeryn smiled, straightening the equipment on her shoulder and shaking her head slightly. "Even I have to admit I was me when I was serving as PeaceKeeper."

"Were you?" Chiana smirks subtly, keeping her focus on the puzzle and continuing on her way.

Aeryn's brow furrows slightly and she blinks a couple of times a bit confounded. "Was I?" she asks the silent corridor, keeping her focus on the puzzle and continuing on her way.

~ End ~