Another little vignette; this time a Zoë story. She sure is a tough nut to crack. Here is my best effort; it’s a bit clunky, and I made up a name or two and some history that might not be quite canon. Apologies if details are amiss.

Most characters borrowed from the Firefly ‘Verse, property of Joss Whedon and Fox. Not profiting, just playin’. All feedback is welcomed!

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NOT FORGOTTEN By Nina Clark, 2008.

Ah. So, the moment had ultimately arrived. She stared into the tea, its murky waters reflecting a distant look upon her elegant face. Thoughts stewed around her mind like proverbial tea leaves in a pot, stirred up into turmoil, only to settle at the bottom. I finally forgot, she thought. In the long years since the war, she had had a ritual. A construct of guilt, possibly, in the face of things lost and gained by virtue of her luck and survival. Fanciful, to have let it go on for such an age, but she had clung to it, kept it close. Her bond to something passed.

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In the first days after her release from Genchart, she had made her way to find him. He had left word at the guard-station that he could be found at a boarding house in the Latin Quarter.

At the intersection of two of the town’s less salubrious streets was a house named Saudade. With her battered regulation day-pack swung over her shoulder, she looked up at the building before her. It had endured the rigours of the Alliance occupation thus far unscathed, for despite its slightly run-down, ramshackle appearance it had a kind of proud regality about it.

She felt something at her feet, and looked down at the ginger cat winding its body around her boots. She crouched down to stroke its arching back. It almost raised a smile. Another survivor, she thought, looking back up at the house. In the doorway there now stood a man.

“Made a friend already?” His voice was r