Title: A Rose by any other name.
Author: Ekat
Date: January 14, 2002
Rating: G
Disclaimer: nope, not mine. No money made.
Warning: not beta'd
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It's a beautiful planet. We arrived three days ago looking for supplies. Not only did we find supplies, we found paradise. The inhabitants are wonderfully giving creatures that remind me a great deal of Ewoks, only taller, though not as tall as Wookies. Makes me wonder if Lucas had ever been to Tannier 7 before he created Star Wars.
The food's a gourmet dream compared to the food cubes we had been living on for the last forty-five cycles. Nothing that could replace my mamma's fried chicken, mashed 'taters, greens and buttermilk biscuits, but as long as it wasn't brown or green gelatinous cubes, I wasn't going to complain. No siree Bob. I'll take just about anything over food cubes.
Then there's the music. In all my travels throughout the Uncharted Territories, I had not found a species that understood what the definition of good music was. That is, until I met the Tannierians. They played music that reminded me of a good old-fashioned hoe-down. I had a blast twirling pip around the clearing trying to teach her how to dosey doe.
Our last day on the planet, Chiana and I wandered through a vast and beautiful garden. I spot a flower and delicately pick it. I inhale the deep and wonderful aroma before handing it to her.
"We have flowers like this on Earth. We call them roses. Only…" I trail off.
She cocks her head to the side. "Only what?"
"Only I've never seen a green rose before."
Author: Ekat
Date: January 14, 2002
Rating: G
Disclaimer: nope, not mine. No money made.
Warning: not beta'd
*********
It's a beautiful planet. We arrived three days ago looking for supplies. Not only did we find supplies, we found paradise. The inhabitants are wonderfully giving creatures that remind me a great deal of Ewoks, only taller, though not as tall as Wookies. Makes me wonder if Lucas had ever been to Tannier 7 before he created Star Wars.
The food's a gourmet dream compared to the food cubes we had been living on for the last forty-five cycles. Nothing that could replace my mamma's fried chicken, mashed 'taters, greens and buttermilk biscuits, but as long as it wasn't brown or green gelatinous cubes, I wasn't going to complain. No siree Bob. I'll take just about anything over food cubes.
Then there's the music. In all my travels throughout the Uncharted Territories, I had not found a species that understood what the definition of good music was. That is, until I met the Tannierians. They played music that reminded me of a good old-fashioned hoe-down. I had a blast twirling pip around the clearing trying to teach her how to dosey doe.
Our last day on the planet, Chiana and I wandered through a vast and beautiful garden. I spot a flower and delicately pick it. I inhale the deep and wonderful aroma before handing it to her.
"We have flowers like this on Earth. We call them roses. Only…" I trail off.
She cocks her head to the side. "Only what?"
"Only I've never seen a green rose before."