Happiness Is...

The starlight pouring through the oversized viewport illuminates the room in a soft light. Faint traditional Amarrian choir music can be heard, seeming to come from all around. Mitara sits in the usual plush chair located in her study. She is wrapped haphazardly in a thick white bathrobe, her hair looking somewhat disheveled. She smiles widely into the camera, chuckling softly.

Oh, where to start with this after so long... A verse I think.

"Surround yourself with the faithful, stand together, for there is no strength like it under the heavens"

That passage has never meant more to me than it does right now. My junior officers grow in skill and determination everyday. The precision at which they execute their patrols becomes more and more impressive. I am so proud of them all. My blessings are so many concerning my corpmates, I cannot begin to count them.

She shakes her head and chuckles louder. As if remembering something, she partially covers her mouth and quiets her laugh.

We are not without our problems and conflict, but they pale compared to what God and Her Majesty has called us to accomplish, and what we are called to be for each other.

Her laugh ceases as she turns towards the closed door, her face softens as does her voice

...Surround yourself with the faithful... stand together... for there is no strength like it under the heavens...

She stares at the door for some time, all the while smiling widely.

There lies a man beyond, sleeping soundly on the couch.

He is beautiful, in body and soul. His heart could hold the whole of the cluster. I am blessed to hold even a small place in it.

He is my friend; my council; my inspiration; my release; my folly;
* She blurts out a chuckle and regains herself *
my wingman; my trial.

He is my love.

A gift from God.
And I will cherish him.
And honor him.
Always.

She stares off at the door a bit longer before sinking back into her chair with a contented sigh.