February 5 Prompt: Any, any, invisible cities, written for a Robin Hood space AU.
“We won’t be discovered due to him,” Nothling Hab's leader smirked at the varied reactions to an official Frontier Auxiliarian requesting permission to dock. “He’s too fond of our company to share it.”
“My secrecy may be bought for a mere pittance, so long as the food’s good,” an equally jolly rejoinder came from the Frontier Aux signal.
