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giantess stooped beneath an archway of branches festooned in green vines. “Just communed with Lyr. She’s signaled that we should cut south-by-southwest and scale an old-growth nautilus spire out of the valley.”
She pushed the branches up with one muscular forearm, stepping into view—revealing three more arms. She had four in total.
The purpose of that pea coat she’d worn became clear. It had hidden a second set of arms stationed below her first. At present, Vaya was eight feet tall and wore leather pants and a vest that “X”ed around her upper and lower shoulders, meeting at her small bust.
The tight fit in her clothes and bare midriff revealed a longer-than-normal abdomen with a two-pack of lean muscles, broad shoulders, and a feminine face that grinned Rae’s way.
“What species are you?” Rae asked abruptly.
Vaya’s brow furrowed.
Feeling vaguely embarrassed that she’d been rude—and squelching that emotion, since kidnapping was far ruder still—Rae waited for a response.
“Ythirian. Same as your mate.”
“But—”
“The arms?” Vaya held them up for inspection. “My gift from Kaython.” She flexed them all at once.
“Look, sticking to the stock model body is a human thing. Place like Ythir, it helps to let your domé add some after-market modifications.”
She recognized all of Vaya’s words and Rae realized she was speaking English.
Garr noticed too. “Why aren’t you speaking Ythirian?”
Vaya shrugged all four arms. “Thought it might ease her transition. And it sounds nice!” She winked Rae’s direction. “Plus I can pun about being Garr’s handy second-in-command.”
Garr bristled. “She’s transitioning fine.” He pointed into the jungle. “Lead.”
Vaya’s face fell and she nodded. “Sir. There’s a slight problem.” She was back to the Ythirian tongue. “Did you notice a presence in the deep part of the forest when we arrived?”
Garr frowned and glanced back into the murk. “It was quiet.”
“Unnaturally.”
“A predator in the forest.” Garr set his jaw. “Probably Lyr keeping watch.”
“Yeah.” Vaya wrung two hands together nervously. “Probably.” She scratched the back of her scalp absently with a third hand.
“We’ve communed and asked Lyr permission. She may be fickle, and unused to Ythirians inside of her, but she isn’t murderous.” Garr glanced at Rae. “Provided my mate behaves, all will be well.”
Great. Kidnapped and trapped in a forest who might not like me. Glancing worriedly at the unfamiliar jungle, Rae had little choice but to follow her captors—at least for now. She needed to figure out a way to escape.
Chapter Three
The nautilus spire was a corkscrew-shaped mineral formation the size of a high-rise, and they walked atop the vine-strewn corkscrew ridges. Clusters of bioluminescent orbs hung off the bottoms of each corkscrew band, illuminating their path in weak green light.
When overgrown thorn bushes with fishhook barbs blocked their paths, Garr would swat them down by summoning a thin sheet of otoya, shaping it like a machete in his hand. His clothing could turn from supple cloth to liquid and then to sharpened alloy at the flick of his wrist.
Sometimes Vaya led and Garr stayed at her side. They never left her without an escort. It wouldn’t do much good anyway, since Rae had no viable escape route.
Yet.
Hoping something would fall into place, Rae kept asking questions: what are the deposits made from? Why did Lyr let them cross her boundaries? Vaya was more forthcoming.
She didn’t know much about the Skorvag, but Lyr was apparently a “wild domé” who had no Ythirians living in her borders, no prime, and protected her territory with vicious wildlife.
It put the picture together for Rae. The domé were all part of the Skorvag, but also separate entities competing with one another, using Ythirians like white blood cells to keep out foreign organisms. The planet’s
She pushed the branches up with one muscular forearm, stepping into view—revealing three more arms. She had four in total.
The purpose of that pea coat she’d worn became clear. It had hidden a second set of arms stationed below her first. At present, Vaya was eight feet tall and wore leather pants and a vest that “X”ed around her upper and lower shoulders, meeting at her small bust.
The tight fit in her clothes and bare midriff revealed a longer-than-normal abdomen with a two-pack of lean muscles, broad shoulders, and a feminine face that grinned Rae’s way.
“What species are you?” Rae asked abruptly.
Vaya’s brow furrowed.
Feeling vaguely embarrassed that she’d been rude—and squelching that emotion, since kidnapping was far ruder still—Rae waited for a response.
“Ythirian. Same as your mate.”
“But—”
“The arms?” Vaya held them up for inspection. “My gift from Kaython.” She flexed them all at once.
“Look, sticking to the stock model body is a human thing. Place like Ythir, it helps to let your domé add some after-market modifications.”
She recognized all of Vaya’s words and Rae realized she was speaking English.
Garr noticed too. “Why aren’t you speaking Ythirian?”
Vaya shrugged all four arms. “Thought it might ease her transition. And it sounds nice!” She winked Rae’s direction. “Plus I can pun about being Garr’s handy second-in-command.”
Garr bristled. “She’s transitioning fine.” He pointed into the jungle. “Lead.”
Vaya’s face fell and she nodded. “Sir. There’s a slight problem.” She was back to the Ythirian tongue. “Did you notice a presence in the deep part of the forest when we arrived?”
Garr frowned and glanced back into the murk. “It was quiet.”
“Unnaturally.”
“A predator in the forest.” Garr set his jaw. “Probably Lyr keeping watch.”
“Yeah.” Vaya wrung two hands together nervously. “Probably.” She scratched the back of her scalp absently with a third hand.
“We’ve communed and asked Lyr permission. She may be fickle, and unused to Ythirians inside of her, but she isn’t murderous.” Garr glanced at Rae. “Provided my mate behaves, all will be well.”
Great. Kidnapped and trapped in a forest who might not like me. Glancing worriedly at the unfamiliar jungle, Rae had little choice but to follow her captors—at least for now. She needed to figure out a way to escape.
Chapter Three
The nautilus spire was a corkscrew-shaped mineral formation the size of a high-rise, and they walked atop the vine-strewn corkscrew ridges. Clusters of bioluminescent orbs hung off the bottoms of each corkscrew band, illuminating their path in weak green light.
When overgrown thorn bushes with fishhook barbs blocked their paths, Garr would swat them down by summoning a thin sheet of otoya, shaping it like a machete in his hand. His clothing could turn from supple cloth to liquid and then to sharpened alloy at the flick of his wrist.
Sometimes Vaya led and Garr stayed at her side. They never left her without an escort. It wouldn’t do much good anyway, since Rae had no viable escape route.
Yet.
Hoping something would fall into place, Rae kept asking questions: what are the deposits made from? Why did Lyr let them cross her boundaries? Vaya was more forthcoming.
She didn’t know much about the Skorvag, but Lyr was apparently a “wild domé” who had no Ythirians living in her borders, no prime, and protected her territory with vicious wildlife.
It put the picture together for Rae. The domé were all part of the Skorvag, but also separate entities competing with one another, using Ythirians like white blood cells to keep out foreign organisms. The planet’s
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