Twofold Longing

[Stefan]

The Hawaii was absurdly gorgeous - more so from the inside than anyone could expect. It's inner decoration was always on the change as well, so much that Brahms had made an effort to memorize the overall layout of the hull instead of any visual indications. Flags were always being replaced, Holosculptures renewed, food always changing shape, color and origin. You just couldn't commit these visual things to memory and expect to know where you are - your next time on the Liner always looked like an entirely different place.

This time the decor carried such a consistent mixture of Red and White that Brahms knew that a Bretonian delegation had to be on board minutes before any officer went past his group. Pictures of an Idolized New London filled the walls and socially dressed waiters served Tea, biscuits and milk - all of that while miniature Palace Liner Holograms floated above the heads of onlookers. Their world was completely apart from the real one.

Brahms walked quickly, sure of his step and expertly dressed enough not to be an object of attention nor disdain. The two younger ladies rushed in his pursuit, one stopping the other from making too much food runs lest they lose him from their view.

His goal was simple: The bar. His sister knew very well that his first stop was exactly that and so he didn't expect to meet her anywhere else. He was obviously right.

Cerys stood almost in the same distance from the bar as to the staff room. Smiling, as any employee of the Liner was paid to to, and dressing accordingly to the code - although since she worked with the management, she had leniency enough not to look like a mannequin nor a statue emulating a thousand years old culture.

As they crossed eyes, Brahms heart mellowed, and he almost broke composure, going for a far friendlier hug than she was expecting.

- "Ooh, calm down old geezer, I still have functioning lungs." - She remarked.
- "Hallo, Cezz, it's been a while."