P'nyssa's Journal 136 / 0555 I walked out from the lagoon, following the river down to the sea to where Dave had told me I'd find him.P'nyssa's Journal 136 / 0555 I walked out from the lagoon, following the river down to the sea to where Dave had told me I'd find him. Even in the dark it didn't take long; he was sitting on a long-stable jumble of driftwood, his handsome body silhouetted against the slight shimmer of ring, wall, and horizon. He seemed to be completely frozen, staring up along sea, but then he moved slightly, and his arm closest to me, his right arm, tossed something towards the waves, returned to his lap, and he was still again. As I walked towards him I realized why it is I find it so impossible to write anything that doesn't have Ken somewhere in it. The way I walk is dictated by his design; the radically heavy muscles in my heel and the near center-mount of my ankle give me far more stability on sand than any other Pendorian race of biped; digitigrades run faster, but I'm never bothered by a patch of loose sand, and I never lose my balance and fall down. "Aaden?" I asked, quietly. He started; that's easy, with him, he startles easily. "P'nyssa," he replied in kind, his voice low and tired. "Hello." Despite the tone, the smile and the twinkle in his eye were still there. Aaden would probably be the last person to admit it, but there are qualities to him that make him perfect for fatherhood. "I heard you and Ken had a blowup today," I said, stating my intentions clearly and at the beginning. "Want to talk about it?" "It doesn't matter," he said. He threw his arm towards the ocean again; I saw that he had a lapful of small stones that he had probably collected from along the lagoon. |