Jasra paused in mid step at the first sign she may not be alone on this strange planet fall.

Everything seemed to hush as she waited, fingers posed near the handle of her weapon, a comforting weight of metal strapped to her right thigh.

She had waited so long that the ripples around her boots had quieted back to the glassy surface of what passed as water here. Moving just her eyes she scanned her surroundings for danger.

Momentarily glancing up at the pumpkin colored sky she absently noted that it's sad, but true... that nothing rhymes with orange...