Slow, steady, their bodies rise…Kolyat opens his eyes to a new world…Continus's contact has worked out well so far for him…The Citadel casts through its technology the appearance of a blue atmosphere, rolling ever so unnoticeably on its central hub, arms collected together and slightly parted. The majority of it gleams like a silver white rod of lightning, and everything is incredibly bright…This is as close to a real sky he has seen in all his life of rain, clouds, and dreariness. Of course he should have chosen to come—For this?…Definitely.
Bubbles escape an aquatic filter in a massive aquarium filled with numerous fish and small celaceans…He runs his eyes over its contents as he leaves the lift from the customs check.
People immediately take notice of him—a teal, black-feathered pattern on his face makes him striking, and he is Drell, which is also rare to see anywhere off Kahje or Rakhana…It causes an unease in him…No good when one wishes to be inconspicuous.
A number of faces are blue—Asari, he realizes, and continues to walk by their interested expressions…He feels oddly familiar to a piece of good fish at the market on the holosphere on Kahje. Trying hard to let the glances slide off his back, he hurries to make his meeting.