“What is that, Crichton?  Has there been an attack?  Are we in danger?  Is that why you dragged
us to this horrible place in the middle of the night?”

“Calm down, Rygel.  It’s not a war.  That’s what happens when a solar flare interacts with the
planet’s magnetic field.”  

“You’re talking about charged particles,” Aeryn said in a whisper.

“Ions and other energized bits,” John said.

“It’s beautiful,” Chiana said, also whispering.  “But do we have to freeze our eemas off to see it?”  


“Why?” Rygel hissed.

“Because the arctic circle is front row seating for the Northern Lights.”  

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