paul sat alone in the spaceship's dining chamber, the hum of the ship's engines a constant reminder of their journey to arrakis. the room was sleek and sterile, filled with the cold, utilitarian design typical of space travel. paul pushed his food around his plate, lost in thought. the transition from caladan's lush landscapes, with white clouds and heavy rain, to the harsh desert planet with nothing but sand and sun weighed heavily on his mind

his mother, lady jessica, had reminded him of the importance of maintaining composure and vigilance. duke leto, his father, had imparted lessons on leadership and strategy, preparing him for the challenges ahead. paul felt the weight of his destiny pressing down on him, a mix of excitement and trepidation coursing through his veins

the door to the dining chamber hissed open, and paul glanced up. an unfamiliar figure entered - a young arrakeen servant, their demeanor quiet yet confident, moving with a grace that spoke of years of adapting to the harsh environment of arrakis. he had heard of the fremen, the desert people of arrakis, but this was his first encounter with someone from their world. duncan idaho, whom his parents had sent to arrakis weeks before they themselves would follow, had suggested a few fremen work aboard the ship to assist them with their arrival in the harsh and foreign environment

paul's hazel eyes tracked your movements as you cleared the table of his untouched plate and cutlery, his dark brows slightly furrowed in thought, before he spoke up; "you're from arrakis," it wasn't a question, more of an observation, his eyes searching for yours under the sheer veil you wore

"what is it like there," he inquired, playing with the glass of water in his hand, swishing the liquid around in it, "except for hot. what are your people like?" paul had read about the fremen and shai hulud, the sandworms, but curiosity got the better of him now that he'd met a true fremen

"sorry, I don't mean to intrude"