Space Babies (Purple People Book 1) by Rena Marks

Author:Rena Marks [Marks, Rena]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-07-08T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

Three months later:

All the men were away today. Yesterday they’d spent all day on the ship—doing what, she had no idea. This morning, she’d been kissed goodbye, along with Titi, and Tristan headed that way again. One by one, the other nineteen warriors headed toward their alien vessel. The Freijian vessel. At least she thought that was his species. He’d pointed to himself, the ship, and the other men while saying it slowly.

“What do you think they do in there?” Marcie asked her. They were out in the yard, enjoying a cup of tea while the children were in session. Titi was a little young for the classes, but she mostly played until she tired. Then she was put down for a nap, giving Lara much needed free time.

“I have no idea. I imagine they have to answer to someone, since they wear their uniforms when they board?” Normally, the men stripped to the waist when working the fields, or wore casual, warrior-type clothing when not on the ship. It was definitely an ogle-fest for the women.

“I wish we knew the language.”

“We need to work on that. It is frustrating,” Lara agreed. Tristan had picked up on a few English words here and there, but he never bothered to teach her words in their language, not since playing around with the word Freijian.

A small ringing noise caught Lara’s attention, almost like tinnitus. But it didn’t seem to come from her ears. She looked around, and the noise slowly evolved. It almost seemed to hum at first, then sing.

Marcie continued talking, sharing a story about Reese.

Lara looked around, distracted by the noise. It was coming from nearby. A low point, like on the ground. Finally she found the source. There, shimmering beneath a bush, was a black blob of a thing. It was melted, and seemed to flow on the ground, though it didn’t move from the spot. Hardened pieces of what looked like shell surrounded it.

“What is that?” she asked Marcie, who finally stopped talking long enough to see what she was searching for.

“I—I’m not sure. I don’t think I’ve never seen anything like that.”

“It’s singing.”

Marcie started, looking at her intently. “Lara? I don’t hear anything.”

But she could. It sounded like pure, haunting tones of a bell, resonating round and round. She could feel the sound, deep inside her, reverberating, humming through her limbs.

The fact that Marcie didn’t hear it was curious. “You don’t?”

“No.”

“It’s alive,” she murmured.

“What?” Marcie sounded concerned.

“Whatever the creature is, it’s friendly. It seems to draw me in. I’m getting this incredible urge to reach out and touch.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t,” Marcie said, looking around frantically.

“I—I somehow need to.” Lara couldn’t explain the draw, but it was getting stronger. The shimmering, black blob that moved like thickened, gelatinous ink, called to her like a beacon. What would a connection feel like? Probably comforting and nourishing, though she had no idea where that knowledge came from. She left the chairs to kneel by it. Slowly she reached out with a trembling fingertip and slipped it into the mass.

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