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Out at the Milliways gardens is a sight seldom seen.

A large, orange-and-grey boulder is merrily ripping its way though the soil of one of the garden beds. Of course, since no acid is being employed and the soil isn't actually being consumed, this particular digging process is taking a bit longer than you'd expect with a Horta merrily digging away.

But then, the idea is to turn over and mix the soil, not eat a tunnel through it.

Come see how Naraht is doing.

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Amanda finally makes her way out to the garden and she sees this strange looking boulder thats moving. Havingnever seen something like it she does the only thing she can think of. Gently poking it.

"Hello, Amanda." The voice emerging from the voder attached to the Horta's back is scratchy and in the tenor range. "A word of warning, if my carapace looks wet or I'm emitting a lot of vapor, you probably wouldn't want to touch me. My acids do bad things to carbon-based flesh. Otherwise, 'it's safe as houses' as the Captain would say."

Amanda looks shocked for a few moments before she puts it together, "Naraht, is that you?"

She removes her hand.

A wry chuckle.

"In the rock, as it were," the Horta says. "Back to my normal self and helping out with winterizing the garden. I need to remember to tell Suti that the soil could use a little more lime in it."

With that Naraht reaches the end of the bed and turns around to head back in the other direction. "How have you been doing? Although I've spent about three months on my ship, a much shorter amount of time has passed for Milliways."

"Days, I think."

"I am doing fine." She is such a liar, but polite.

If Naraht still had eyebrows, one would be quirking right now.

"Fine? I suppose that's good...depending on the specific definition one attaches to that word. But that's none of my business."

A rock about the size of a grapefruit is uncovered in the course of digging. Naraht's fringe picks it up and tosses it into the pile of already scavenged stones...hir dinner tonight.

Amanda watches in wonder. (Yes she is still new dispite how well she seems to be adjusting.)

"How are things going on our ship?"

"Well, we're about to head into a possible outbreak of a new plague," Naraht says. "As a result, Science and Medical are running around like a flock of krishel trying to get ready for the worst. Situation normal for the Enterprise I'm afraid. Never a dull moment."

"So being on a starship is alot likebeing in Milliways."

Amanda closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, enjoying the garden smells.

"I suppose so," Naraht admits. "But the chaos here seems to leave people alone some of the time. On the Enterprise I'm afraid that there's really nowhere to hide."

"I suppose so."

"When did you change back?"

"Two days before I went home," Naraht says. "I think it was four...maybe five after we met. But it's been long enough for me to feel comfortable in my skin again."

Another turn around the bed.

"What have you been up to?"

"Just the usual, talking, eating, drinking, sparring, working"

"Situation nominal, I see," Naraht says. "Hear any interesting scuttlebutt around here?"

"Do you know about the wedding?"

"Which one? It seems like everyone and their hatchmate is getting hitched around here."

[OOC: Sorry had to go to class]>

I hear that Nicholas is getting married. Do you know of any others?

"Let's see...there's Jack and Gil, Tony and Michelle, Susan and Cuthbert..."

<font size="1>[OOC: NP. I had karate myself.]</font>

"Wow. It's nice so many have been able to find love here."

Amanda can see the sun beginning to set, "Well Naraht I am glad that you have your form back. THe Garden looks great, but I really must go." She takes off.

"Thank you, Amanda!" Naraht says. "Have fun."

"I guess you don't drink coffee anymore, but can I get you anything warm?" Catherine hops from one foot to the other, rubbing her hands together in the cold.

"I'm afraid I didn't care much for coffee even as a humanoid," Naraht says with good humor. "As for the cold...well, my blood is essentially lava so I'm pretty good at maintaining homostasis."

Hir glides over to Catherine. "And my crewmates tell me that I'm great as a portable heater. Lean up against me if you like."

Catherine does so, giggling. "Mmm, perfect... I'm afraid you're not going to be doing much in the garden anymore, unless these plants are magical?" She wouldn't put it past anything at Milliways.

"I don't know about magical," Naraht says. "But I'm certainly good for plowing if I keep my acid glands quiescent. Suti's trying to hire a...wild boar, I think he said, to help me with this."

A chuckle. "Won't that be a sight. So what have you been up to lately?"

"Have you ever seen a wild boar? You're--well, maybe not in this form, but other people are going to want to duck and cover..." She leans against the Horta gratefully, her breath forming clouds in the cold air.

"Nothing much--just trying to keep order in the lab with Gil gone. You wouldn't believe what the guys have ready for him when he returns--" she grins down. "And the Enterprise?"

Naraht chuckles again at the mention of Gil. "Oooooo! Could you possibly bring me a holo?"

A rippling shrug. "As for the Enterprise, in and out of trouble. The outbreak I told you about last night is just the latest in a string of near catastrophies we've had to deal with."

"A hol...? I could bring you pictures, if you want," Catherine offers, grinning at Naraht's enthusiasm.

"What else have you guys had to deal with?" She looks down at the Horta, concerned, as hir plows away merrily at the frozen soil.

"Well, aside from having to chase a couple Klingon warbirds back across the Neutral Zone, things have been fairly sedate...relatively speaking," Naraht says. "However, the scuttlebutt says that something weird is stirring over in the Romulan territories. No one knows quite what it might bet. Ael has been lying low for a while after all."

(ooc: the next time hir arrives at the Bar, hir will discover s'he is delivered a package and a note - the package is simple white paper surrounding puresst marble heartstone, with a note speaking thus: To my dear hatchmate, may you always know you are loved and welcomed, Hank)

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