Fin hadn’t been able to drag himself out of the park. Whatever waited within that hard, sharp mess of grey and glass wasn’t worth leaving the green. Not while there was still so much to savor. Despite the disgusting little flying b*****d ******** who seemed to think themselves this planet’s dominant species (and he was in no position to argue with them) and the fact that the air on this planet stuck to him, he’d found one redeeming quality in this little stand of alien trees.

A pool of water, probably ripe with whatever diseases caused horrifying diarrhea deaths on this planet, seethed with life of another kind. Strange little beasts leaped through the chatty plants surrounding the oasis, flying between floating leaves and engaging an apparent crusade against the buzzing shites. The fact that the mottled green and brown creatures were essentially oversized mouths with legs that existed for the sole purpose of flinging those mouths closer to where the food lived made them only more entertaining.

The Tuath sat cross-legged in a mat of long flattened blades of green, their absurd tongues snapping and snatching their prey drawing peals of long overdue laughter from the darkness that plagued the dreams that had somehow gotten worse since he arrived. Maybe it was the lack of food, or more likely the lack of any sort of intoxicant. A taste of Grey Lady would set him right, but nothing short of a trip back to that crackling wasteland would give him a chance at that.

Amor Remanet