"Sure you're ready for this, Mynx?" Rixx asked.
She smiled and nodded, idly watching crew members prepping Lasher. "Oh yes. After three years wandering planet-side, I guess I'm just not ready to settle into one place yet."
Rixx nodded. "Any idea how long you'll be away"?
"Not really," she said, and held up a small black journal. "As long as it takes to fill these pages with sketches and musings about the trip, maybe?"
"Charmingly low tech," he said dryly. "Keep in touch, we want to know how things are going. Need anything, you know who to call."
"Of course...and thank you. I'll chat and share my journal when I can. And hey, depending on how the wormhole connections work out -- or for that matter, my luck in keeping my ship and crew in one piece -- you'll probably see me making pit stops in Isho from time to time."
Rixx smiled and said, "I'm a little jealous, you know. Running off on a long-term expedition without any agenda or plan has a certain appeal."
They both laughed. They both knew Rixx was far too responsible to do any such thing.
"I do have a plan, though," Mynxee said. "The plan is to explore...and profit if the opportunity presents itself. You just never know what or who you might find out there."
Rixx indicated the crew. "Looks like they're done. Be seeing you around, Mynx."
With a warm handshake, he turned and walked away. "Take good care of my cat!" Mynxee called after him. He raised a hand and gave a good natured wave without looking back. Taking a last look around herself, she headed for her ship, journal in hand.