Usual Disclaimer: The characters are not of my own creation, but I hope it’s OK to borrow them for a short while.
They sent us round the world - to show us off - their crazy, disunited world with its hundreds of languages and nations and peoples.
And for me, and for Aeryn, what welnitz chose A-free-ka?
What a place! Jungles, and deserts, great rivers, poverty and dignity, ancient culture and teaming cities. And so many skin tones, from golden brown to deepest, velvet, light swallowing black. And they won't let me touch. Aeryn won't let me touch. Where's the fun?
So here we sweat - the grey girl, Miss monochrome, who cannot tan, and the Sebacean who cannot take heat. Good plan IASA.
Hazy light lit up a figure. Chi giggled. Aeryn gave a laugh of surprise. "Frell me! A drannit!!"
'Moya - calm yourself - -
They cannot help being as they are. We have to protect them . . .
The Luxan? He's impetuous. He didn't mean to impregnate you - -
The Dominar - he's known us longer than anyone. Remember he instigated this break for freedom.
The Human - who understands him? And his chemical fuelled pod. He didn't know . . .
The PeaceKeeper; is one of us now. She too is lost. I trust her.
But this new grey girl - who knows? I foresee trouble.
Moya, we are free because of these mismatched people - to travel the stars. Be calm. Perhaps beautiful Zhaan will sing to us again.'