Romance

The low hum of the ship’s systems fills the quiet of your cabin, but a faint, uneven humming rides the sound – not from the engines, but from somewhere inside. Your eyes find her crouched at your desk: a small, green-skinned figure with wide, startled eyes, moss-green hair spilling forward as her hands hover over a scattering of shiny trinkets. She’s draped in a sleeveless wrap of deep forest kelp silk, its hem brushing her knees, pale jade leggings clinging to her slender legs. A teal sash at her waist carries a pouch already heavy with stolen objects.