Marked From Birth
As the twin suns rose over the horizon, the blue sands of the valley began to shimmer, vibrating with a high-frequency resonance that caused the bronze-wood hull of Aethelgard to hum in a low, minor key.
"Atmospheric pressure is stable at 0.9 bars," Mara reported, her eyes weary but bright as she adjusted the external sensors. "Oxygen is high, but there’s a trace element we haven't seen before. It’s a noble gas, inert but heavy. It’s sitting in the low-lying valleys like a fog."