An image is worth a thousand words, or something like it. Weather-wise, draw you conclusion from the picture on your left.
It’s August. Sneaky month. I didn’t see it coming.
Still working on three different projects at once, and I have a short to write within a week. I’m halfway through rewriting Elios, and almost done editing Gaia. Chapter #1 and #2 of Marie’s Journey are back in my editor’s hands.
Still painting. More on that later.
(Elios has just rescued two aliens.)
The male stared at me in surprise, and then looked for the woman. As their eyes met, a smile appeared on his mouth, and he chirped a long sequence of notes. At her short answer, he pushed himself up, trying to reach her, but fell on the ground.
“Easy, big fellow.” I hooked my right arm under his and helped him on his feet.
Given his size, he was surprisingly light. He gave me a thankful smile, then kneeled by the woman and rested his head on her belly, and while gently caressing it, he sung to the baby.
Feeling I was intruding in their private moment, I looked away and made to leave.
The man grabbed my hand and stopped me. “Tankiu.” He looked at the woman and then back at me. “Tankiuforsevingrea.”
“I’m sorry. I don’t understand.”
“Tankiuforsevingas.” He smiled. “Tankiu.”
I repeated what he had just said in my mind and I finally understood. His accent had tricked me, but he had spoken in Standard, a common travelers’ language.
“Thank you,” he said one more time when I smiled. “Your soul healed us back to conscious life.”
He touched me again and showed me what had happened by triggering a Share. When I had reached for the woman, for a brief moment I had imagined their story could be mine. I had felt their love and their pain in losing each other. With my empathic touch I had jumpstarted their consciousness back to life, like he had just said.
I shivered. “You looked dead.”
“We were in non-life.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Our bodies shut down. We waited for help. Your love saved us.”