The Becoming Of A Crayterian

[Doreen]

While Benjen explored his new surroundings, Doreen stood at the doorway of her new flat. She took a deep breath and looked side to side where she stood. It was slightly larger than the condo she had on Houston but nicer as well. She walked over to the window and read the note on the telescope.

[i][/Welcome to the Crayter Republic!

As a new citizen of our nation, it is our hope you will find a good life here. And, just as the telescope once helped humans in getting closer to the stars, we hope the Republic will help you get closer to your dreams.

Courtesy of the Corvin family and the Crayter Immigration Initiative.]i]

She smiled a bit. "A new citizen," she said softly aloud. That feeling she had of being a refugee surfaced a bit but then faded at least for the moment. Looking out the window, she looked out at New Thessalonica. Cities were OK for a short term but she didn't want to complain. The generosity of her hosts was grand compared to most she had ever dealt with. She went from room to room to examine each. She was happy with what she was being provided with knowing that a woman with her talent and abilities would be able to get better in time.

She helped Benjen settle his room. His toys, cloths and his other personal things were put away. Someone even left a package for him with some new things for him. He kept himself busy while she went to settle her own room.
Her wardrobe was huge. She liked to dress nice and professional, sometimes mixing the two. Carefully, she hung all the needed to be into her walk-in closet. Her dresser was filled with what needed folding. Someone even knew her taste as a small bar had a bottle of Gallic Red wine on it. She poured a glass and sat on her bed, looking out the window as she sipped. Placing the glass down on the nightstand, she laid back, her long, red hair flowing around her.

She lay in thought for a bit, unsure of what to expect. Her left hand rested on her stomach, her right over her head. "A job offer tonight," she thought, "this must mean I'm badly wanted here." She lay still for about twenty minutes just enjoying the comfort of her new bed before sitting back up and taking another sip of wine. She still had plenty of time before the dinner, time that she used wisely to go over the dossier she kept in an envelope with her. She also had a list of medical supplies, plans of Canaria Medical Center and a list of contacts that she kept to herself. She also boned up on Crayterian Laws. Yes, she was as ready as she would ever be for this opportunity.

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