On their way back from seeing the probe that had crashed, Miara’s mind raced with the possibilities it promised. Was it remnants from an old space-faring civilization, or perhaps very far away? What if there was no outside response? Her hopes would be crushed–at least for the time being. Oh, how she wanted to meet new people, to go new places. Please, let there be a ship up there, she thought hard, peering up into the night sky for any new lights. If there was an answer, it would be in the sky, and she hoped to find it–as soon as possible!
Note: A small, personal glimpse of a pivotal moment in Lupa history.