Desert Planet Ship by Sam Verraco

Author:Sam Verraco [Verraco, Sam]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-04-02T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 27

Uduliiiiin

June 20th, 2638

I held Kanala's small child when the other Kiilaran led me to his home. And thankfully, Kanala was there, along with another scaled Kiilaran whose tail twitched often, and a rather strange creature that I imagined was one of those humans the Kiilarans were so interested in. At least Kanala was interested in him. As I approached, the human caught sight of me, and his eyes rounded as he looked at me. I checked, but it was not due to my flower. I still had my vines over that part of my body, and the other vine was hiding in the mass of them underneath me. It was not my flowers that he was staring at. It was me.

But then his face turned a different color, a rather strange red that Kanala was also known to turn on occasion. "Sorry," he said, diverting his eyes from me. "I'm Luke." He looked up at me then, at my eyes and I only felt compassion for this human. He had obviously never seen a Xion before, and I could not blame him for his shock at my appearance. When I had first gone to their planet, I had been just as shocked by all the different types of aliens and their variety. I was more used to it now, thanks to the time I had spent with Kanala and others, but I could still remember that Xion that held his vines close to his body and stared at all the other creatures he saw in a rather rude way. I could not hold this human accountable for the same behavior I had shown not too long ago.

“And I am Uduliiiiin,” I told him, striving to put calmness into my voice. This human did not need any reason to feel badly about looking at me a little strangely. It was all right. I proffered a vine in the same way I had seen other Kiilarans greet each other, and he hesitantly held his arm out to me. I only entwined my vine against him in a cursory way before I let him go. I had no wish to hold him long. I only wanted to feel Kanala’s soft flesh against my vines. “Yli,” Kanala called to his son and rose to take him from me, but I was moving the vines that held his son towards him before he could rise to his full height.

The child smiled as he was reunited with his father and spoke some things that I could honestly not decipher. I knew the Kiilaran language better than anyone did who had learned it from our mother trees, but I still could not understand it. But Kanala seemed to understand it well enough, smiling at his son and taking him to another room. With what seemed like an oddly apologetic glance at me, the human followed him, and I was left with an empty room, but one full of the sounds of the two large Kiilarans preparing food.

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