This far and this fast, the stars are smears of light in the windshield. No clusters or constellations, no shapes made of gravity or long ago mythology. Just pinstripes blazing away across the inky vastness of space.
And if this is what stars amount to, way out here in a sector of the galaxy no geshou has ever been before, then what does that make hir problems? Tiny. Miniscule. Laughable.
Surely zie can handle something as simple as a clan reunion.
Westerly listens to the hum of the ship around hir, the engines and the life support, the other crew members and passengers still awake. It’s not at all like the winds of Huaqu that zie was named for, nothing like the rustling of the Elder Tree’s leaves or the burbling of streams which crisscross Clan Twelve lands, but it’s peaceful, all the same.
There is dignity in making a home away from a planet, though others may call hir a dandelion puff–fickle and selfish and landing wherever zie pleases–if not something worse.
Zie hears familiar footfalls, familiar breaths, doesn’t need to turn to know who it is.
There is dignity, too, in making a family away from hir clan.
“Alright there, Westerly?” Edmundo asks, stepping up beside hir to lean against the railing of the observation deck.
Br’Joci bypasses words completely and brushes a quick hand against Westerly’s arm–qovesh tactile communication, a way to check how one’s trusted are doing without giving their position away. As useful in peace as in wartime.
Zie sighs. Their ship draws ever nearer to Huaqu. Closer to hir home planet than zie’s been in over a decade–not since zie jumped on the first ship out and away, as far as zie could go.
Truthfully, if zie could swing it, zie wouldn’t go back at all, but…
… but Clan Twelve’s Elder Tree is dying, which means all members of Clan Twelve are being recalled.
Maybe, if zie really had hated everyone on the planet, zie wouldn’t care. Wouldn’t heed the call. But there are some cousins–most of them on this ship, actually, the ones who had left the planet to join a Guild (though not nearly as many as zie did)–who zie got along with. And.
And, dandelion puff or not, the Elder Tree had always been kind to an abomination like hir.
A/N: I’m really just going through a lot of my original fiction for some reason…