Las Palmas, Gran Canaria, Omega-49 System, Zoner Space
Honya approaches the Gold-1, the ship in one of the hangars on the outskirts of the city. She knocks on the aft airlock door, waiting for Noel, a Gallic noble who had recently fled from her home. Her purple hair shimmers in the sun as she waits for her new friend, her usual outfit, a Maroon kimono with white Obi, blue thigh-high socks and turquoise sneakers, is what she chose for the occasion, wanting to welcome Noel in her original form.
"Noel-san? Seline-san? Is anyone home? She knocks again on the airlock, attempting to gain their attention. She looks around. it's a mostly quiet area, the place where Seline and the others set up shop to rest at, resting upon a hill adjacent to the city, trees abound, the ship the only thing in the small clearing. Honya rubs her arm a little, hoping she isn't disturbing anyone.