"Mr. Morden," came a pleaseant greeting from behind me.
I turned and saw - "Katrina Steiner, as I live and breath," I declared. "Has that disreputable wretch Kakashi abandoned you again?"
She gave me that slightly sweet smile that was about 300 kilowatts less bright than the ones she gave 'Kakashi' (aka Katz, for whom I have great if well concealed respect despite his hair), conveying bemused chiding at the name I'd tagged her with and a recognition that I was being silly and she knew that I was being silly and I knew that she knew that I was being silly... and so on ad infinitium. But really, there she is, tall and blonde and wearing white - what else should I call her?
Well, apart from her actual name of course.
"And how are you treating the Saint Bernard?" she asked one a moment had passed to tell me that she would not be talking about Katz's current location or concerns. I made a point of checking over my shoulder in case he was standing behind me the whole time, before answering her question. Maetel had met the Saint Bernard when I arranged for the Galaxy Express 999 to make an unsheduled stop in Arizona to lift the converted C-97 out of the gravity well. I'm not entirely sure at why she took an interest, but then I've heard things about Maetel's origins that I only half-believe even coming from Fen.
"She's doing very well," I assured the blonde. "Still not too happy getting close to a planet though, so she's marking some territory a few thousand miles out from Mars. Still spins her propellors for you anytime we spot the Express in passing - bad case of puppy love?"
D for Drakensis
You're only young once, but immaturity is forever.
I turned and saw - "Katrina Steiner, as I live and breath," I declared. "Has that disreputable wretch Kakashi abandoned you again?"
She gave me that slightly sweet smile that was about 300 kilowatts less bright than the ones she gave 'Kakashi' (aka Katz, for whom I have great if well concealed respect despite his hair), conveying bemused chiding at the name I'd tagged her with and a recognition that I was being silly and she knew that I was being silly and I knew that she knew that I was being silly... and so on ad infinitium. But really, there she is, tall and blonde and wearing white - what else should I call her?
Well, apart from her actual name of course.
"And how are you treating the Saint Bernard?" she asked one a moment had passed to tell me that she would not be talking about Katz's current location or concerns. I made a point of checking over my shoulder in case he was standing behind me the whole time, before answering her question. Maetel had met the Saint Bernard when I arranged for the Galaxy Express 999 to make an unsheduled stop in Arizona to lift the converted C-97 out of the gravity well. I'm not entirely sure at why she took an interest, but then I've heard things about Maetel's origins that I only half-believe even coming from Fen.
"She's doing very well," I assured the blonde. "Still not too happy getting close to a planet though, so she's marking some territory a few thousand miles out from Mars. Still spins her propellors for you anytime we spot the Express in passing - bad case of puppy love?"
D for Drakensis
You're only young once, but immaturity is forever.