Snippet #1915136

Mel walked casually into her hotel room, dropped the bag beside the desk and opened the laptop, starring at the screen emptily while it started, completely lost in thought.

She’d been up very early this morning. A very rare wild flower grew at the edge of the woods, and she’d needed tests and photos of it. She’d taken tests of the juices, the leaves and the pollen, and then prepared to take a few pictures for the rapport, but she’d been interrupted by the sound of flapping wings and a dark silhouette, making it too dark for the camera. Turning around she’d been astounded at the sight which met her eyes. Convinced she was seeing things, she’d done the only reasonable thing she could think of and pressed the button on the camera a couple of times. She’d watched the silhouette disappear over the trees, then taken the pictures of the flower she needed and decided to return the hotel, after all, she had been feeling a bit dehydrated lately, maybe she just needed a bit to drink…

A familiar melody told her the laptop was ready. She sipped some water from her cup and typed in the password, then connected the camera to the laptop. She watched the progress bar getting filled as the pictures were getting loaded unto the laptop. Pling! It was done. She opened the first picture and began clicking through the various pictures of plants she’d taken in Reaper. There weren’t that many yet, she was far from done here. Then she reached the silhouette. She’d expected it to not be there anymore but it was. The picture wasn’t very clear due to the sun being right behind the silhouette though, but the shape of the wings and the size of the silhouette didn’t remind her of anything she’d seen before. She clicked through the other pictures she had taken, but they weren’t any better. Not knowing what to do with them, but feeling pretty curios by now, she decided to seek advice from the only person she ever asked, she put them into a quick mail, explaining what had happened, and send it to the professor. Then began analyzing and writing that rapport about the tests from the flower.