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"They were fish people, she learned.
Aoi was what she'd learned were called 'Hylotl'. It was a name given to them by humans, but they took it in stride. Being forced from their planet by the Floran, they fled to the seas, where they could be safe. They were a peaceful race, practicing healing rather than battle, and Aoi himself had become what she would call a shaman. He wasn't as slimy as the baby was, but his blue scales looked the part.
Nopali, on the other hand, stuck out. Being the only Avian to step into their underwater village, she was looked upon like an intruder. Which, she supposed, she was. Still, she tried to learn their way of life, and even enjoyed it.
She had been afraid of what had been coming, but it all worked out, in the end. Before she knew it, her ship had been repaired, thanks to help from the Hylotl villagers, and her crew buried respectfully.
"Where will you go?" Aoi asked, leaning against her chair as she checked the navigator.
"Anywhere the stars take me," She responded, looking back at the healer with a grin. He chuckled, but the smile dropped.
"...You will need a crew."
"I'm sure I'll find some people willing to attend."
"...A healer, perhaps? One that's always wanted to see the stars?"
She looked at him, and even with his eyes trained on his feet, she knew he bubbled with excitement at the mere idea of fleeing the underwater city.
"...A healer would be helpful, if he promised to keep his word and stick around."
"I'm sure he will."
"Oh, get packed, y'big guppy."
"Hey!" Aoi laughed, turned on his heel to pack, and Nopali closed her eyes.
"Everything will be fine," she murmured, mapping out in her mind just where they would go next.
~END~"
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The Waitress Anon · Tue May 03, 2016 @ 10:17pm · 0 Comments |
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