Hope's Haven ~ A little taste of Gallia

[Ophiuchi]

"Give me just a moment, Reggie. You gae on back t' the Oro.de.. I'll be along shortly."

Reggie gave Moira a quick hug, and strode towards the front doors of Hope's Haven.

Moira stood in the quiet dusty main hall of the large pub, tears streaming down her face. She walked to the long bar, and ran her fingers along the real oak of its top. She thought again of the large, well-appointed kitchen off to one side. She marveled at the curved stairway which led upstairs to half a dozen large comfy guest rooms.

She walked towards the huge double entrance doors which opened onto a utilitarian passageway, and placed her cheek against the intricately carved arebesques which decorated them from top to bottom.

So, what if this magickal place was on a Molly base, in Molly territory, in a remote system dotted with Bretonian installations. She could make this haven live again. She could visualize the tables full of men and women from diverse factions, with different goals and beliefs. She could imagine both Gaians and Mollies discussing the Sector's problems and events over tankards of ale.

"Hope's Haven, indeed! Ye are a dear, dear man, Reggie Waverly. The Veranda Incognita may be dust, but I've not a single doubt that we can make a home and a life right here."

The solid sound of the huge doors closing followed Moira down the passageway towards Belfast's hangar deck.

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<span style="color:#339999">Reg Waverly * Moira &quot;Kentigearan&quot; Waverly * Fnordette Sophie Noir</span>



<span style="color:#66CCCC">Sophie's on the Square * Veranda Incognita</span>