Up the creek

[Suria]

Suria sat back with her arms crossed, taking in her long lost friend's smiling complexion, but couldn't find it within herself to return the relief. The girly teenage Suria felt only petty rage at who could be called her best friend's disappearance. Those little flames would die down, eventually, but for now she stuck to keeping her arms firmly crossed as her ship did the flying for her.

Even as he told his story, she knew he was a better pilot than to get his engines blown out. Malious had always been sly and tactical, expecting every turn. Sloppy, is what it was, but she held back all retorts as his ship disappeared into the port. She notified the ports that she too would be entering, and the port promptly gave her the ok.

She climbed out of her bird, nimbly landing upon the ground. A pair of earrings appeared from her pocket, and she swiftly bore them on her lobes. They hung down about an inch, the earring itself a symbol passed down from her mother's side. It was obviously of Kusari make, and it shone a gentle, bright blue which matched Suria's eyes. She began running her fingers through her hair, a habit of frustration, and then kicked a piece of trash before deciding that she was calm enough to confront Malious.

The bar didn't seem to be too crowded, but regardless she felt eyes upon her. She fingered one of her earrings before she found him, sitting in one of the booths awaiting her arrival. "Five years to catch up on." She said almost thoughtfully as she sat down opposite of him. She rested her cheek on her closed hand, looking intently at her friend. "Where in the stars have you been, Mal?"