There was always the moment on waking when Mélanie forgot she’d been captured.
It was a moment where she would think she was in her own bed, that she should get up soon to take care of chores, and then she could have a nice breakfast. Sometimes she’d start planning out what she could have – eggs from the chickens, had she bought bread from Mrs. Bittner across the street yet? Maybe some honey from the hives.
Inevitably, she’d notice that something about the bed was wrong, that it was too hard or too cold or she’d shift and a chain would clink, or the sun would be in her eyes in the wrong direction. Continue reading
Explorer Log 7-20-1-β
Planetary Day 152
The strangest thing of anything on this weird moon is the base six plants.
No, I lie: the animals with six of everything are the strangest, but the plants (grown on roofs in deep six–sided beds, of course) are pretty weird.
While our researchers piece together the Hexagonal language and history, we’ve been farming rooftops with some six-sided fruits and nuts and a weird crystal-like grain.
We don’t go down to the surface more than we absolutely have to, and even that is too much.
The lay-out of food was almost exactly as Kael remembered it, with the addition of what had to be a couple modern foods. Everything was set up on one long table, with three tables for eating at – Joaon had built one of those tables by hand, she remembered. She could still see the adze marks.
There were several people sitting at the tables – the gift-shop man and a woman in a smock and loose pants, another girl in the same outfit as the gift-shop man, and one person who caught Kael’s eye immediately.
They were not wearing clothing that marked them as part of the staff, but they were so utterly the epitome of Hoeraijen handsomeness that they – he, had to be male – took Kael’s breath away. He was wearing what she thought were modern clothes, sitting by himself at the end of a table, and he was reading while he ate. Continue reading
Chapter 20-end, Book One: Davenpor (When much younger)
“Can you take pets to school?”
The carriage that went to Edally Academy from the middle of the country had five people in it, and four of them were students headed for Edally.
Technically, the carriage went from Ossulund to Ilelteddez, but it had stopped in Kuddyinnie, the city where Davenpor lived, and three other cities. Only Loonnoozhno had gotten on in Ossulund..
And only Davenpor had a carrier full of weasels. “They’re not pets,” he explained. He had been explaining this for a very long time. “They’re companions, except Lazlyu, who is more of a, well, a working weasel.” Continue reading
Timaios smiled gently across the table at Ctirad. He, in turn, shifted, shifted again, and finally settled in, uncomfortably but as set as he was going to get with his Owner – his Master – pinning him with that look. “Sir, I’m not… you said…”
“I told her that you weren’t a bedroom slave.” He looked amused.
“Is Sir unhappy with me? Does Sir want me to be Danny’s pet?”
Oh, shit. He lowered his head and wondered if he had just signed his own cage warrant. He was going to be on the floor licking the cook’s boots within the next ten minutes, wasn’t he?
“Do you want to be my bedroom slave, Ctirad?” Continue reading
The first thing we did on this planet was make a bridge.
Two bridges, actually.
The first one connected two islands that were about 30 feet apart; the second was nearly a mile long.
Then we split our team into three parts: one on the central island, one on the closer one to the west, and one on the further one to the northeast.
Geologically, this planet is interesting. Biologically, it’s wonderful.
Better yet, the central island has a saltwater lake.
Five years might not be long enough.