053. Earth
Disclaimer: I don't own Farscape…but I love it.
Author's Note: I apologize for not giving more of a plot or background for this story. It's really just an image I thought worked well for this prompt.
Aeryn let herself down gently onto the grass at the park, allowing herself inhale the scent she found overwhelming after so many years of shipboard life.
It was funny, she thought, that the smell seemed so familiar. It was ridiculous to think Crichton had smelled anything like this after just a few arns on board Moya, but Aeryn remembered this smell.
She lay back and dug her fingers into the ground at her sides. She felt she could feel the earth spinning, and although she sometimes felt this way on other planets, this was special because it was Crichton's Earth.