children through.
Teenagers on Decolian 12 were nearly the size of adults. Halt supported the boy who was the least conscious and slipped the oxygen mask on him. “Breathe slow, calm and come with us.”
Flick was giving the status reports while Silver cradled the boy with the broken arm and the third stumbled at his side.
It was a long, slow walk, and they traded use of the oxygen tanks, but they returned to the riders and each zipped carefully through the tunnels and reentered the light.
Quell interviewed the boys were interviewed while the broken arm was being set. They had dared each other to use the side tunnel, seeking some of the valuable mineral that their ancestors had once mined. There was the chance that they could have found a precious stone, and all they need was light and luck. They had run out of both.
Halt reached out and cleaned a smudge off Silver’s cheek.
Flick snorted.
They were all grimy, but for some reason, that smudge was bugging her.
The teacher approached them and cleared her throat. “Guardians, we are having a party this evening for the end of the school year. Would you have time to attend?”
Quell blinked for a moment and inclined his head. “That would be fine. Do you have facilities where we could clean up?”
“Of course. Our market is also one of the largest on Decolian 12, so if you were interested in purchasing anything that was less…cold…you would be welcome to it.” The teacher was staring at Halt while she spoke.
Silver laughed and put his arm around Halt. “I think she means you.”
Halt elbowed him and looked past him to the crowd of teenage girls who were sighing over him. “I think they mean you.”
He grinned and pressed his lips to her ear. “I only have you in my sights.”
Flick was off signing autographs, and soon, they were all bundled up into their transport and off to Geeringtown City.
Before they left the transport, Quell opened a hidden hatch and pulled out bags of local currency. “Here you go. We obviously can’t use our data slips here.”
Halt nodded. “Right. Now, I get to shop?”
Silver nodded. “I will help. I used to be able to order what I needed. I find it much more entertaining to hunt it out on my own.”
“Well then, master hunter, show me how it’s done.”
There was plenty of daylight and the school party was being held on the grounds at the edge of the city. The market beckoned and Silver led the way.
Decolian clothing for men and women consisted of a heavy silk skirt that concealed the legs completely. The top was left up to personal taste. Some women did not wear anything above the waist, some wore only jewels. Halt was going for something a little more middle of the road that could go over her uniform.
While she was trying on a cowled top that was flattering but left a lot to the imagination, Silver looked her over. “I think I will have to contact my family. You need something more suited to your station.”
“My station is answered by my uniform. I don’t need anything else.” She gave him a look, “I have my workout gear. What more is needed?”
He sighed and shook his head. “It seems that I am going to have to step in here. You have the grasp of the skirts, but you have no idea how to showcase your assets.”
“Well, it is my ass causing the fuss with the teacher, so as long as that is covered, I should be fine.”
He took charge of the clothing selections, and by the time he was finished, she had a stack of clothes that she was sure she would never need and jewellery that she wouldn’t wear.
They bought a snack at a food stall and slowly made their way to the school, signing autographs and taking vids with people as they walked. It made them precisely on time for the beginning of the festivities, and soon, they were sitting while the events unfolded around them.
Pageants, music, chants and awards filled the evening. Quell was given the dubious distinction of handing out the scholastic prizes,
Teenagers on Decolian 12 were nearly the size of adults. Halt supported the boy who was the least conscious and slipped the oxygen mask on him. “Breathe slow, calm and come with us.”
Flick was giving the status reports while Silver cradled the boy with the broken arm and the third stumbled at his side.
It was a long, slow walk, and they traded use of the oxygen tanks, but they returned to the riders and each zipped carefully through the tunnels and reentered the light.
Quell interviewed the boys were interviewed while the broken arm was being set. They had dared each other to use the side tunnel, seeking some of the valuable mineral that their ancestors had once mined. There was the chance that they could have found a precious stone, and all they need was light and luck. They had run out of both.
Halt reached out and cleaned a smudge off Silver’s cheek.
Flick snorted.
They were all grimy, but for some reason, that smudge was bugging her.
The teacher approached them and cleared her throat. “Guardians, we are having a party this evening for the end of the school year. Would you have time to attend?”
Quell blinked for a moment and inclined his head. “That would be fine. Do you have facilities where we could clean up?”
“Of course. Our market is also one of the largest on Decolian 12, so if you were interested in purchasing anything that was less…cold…you would be welcome to it.” The teacher was staring at Halt while she spoke.
Silver laughed and put his arm around Halt. “I think she means you.”
Halt elbowed him and looked past him to the crowd of teenage girls who were sighing over him. “I think they mean you.”
He grinned and pressed his lips to her ear. “I only have you in my sights.”
Flick was off signing autographs, and soon, they were all bundled up into their transport and off to Geeringtown City.
Before they left the transport, Quell opened a hidden hatch and pulled out bags of local currency. “Here you go. We obviously can’t use our data slips here.”
Halt nodded. “Right. Now, I get to shop?”
Silver nodded. “I will help. I used to be able to order what I needed. I find it much more entertaining to hunt it out on my own.”
“Well then, master hunter, show me how it’s done.”
There was plenty of daylight and the school party was being held on the grounds at the edge of the city. The market beckoned and Silver led the way.
Decolian clothing for men and women consisted of a heavy silk skirt that concealed the legs completely. The top was left up to personal taste. Some women did not wear anything above the waist, some wore only jewels. Halt was going for something a little more middle of the road that could go over her uniform.
While she was trying on a cowled top that was flattering but left a lot to the imagination, Silver looked her over. “I think I will have to contact my family. You need something more suited to your station.”
“My station is answered by my uniform. I don’t need anything else.” She gave him a look, “I have my workout gear. What more is needed?”
He sighed and shook his head. “It seems that I am going to have to step in here. You have the grasp of the skirts, but you have no idea how to showcase your assets.”
“Well, it is my ass causing the fuss with the teacher, so as long as that is covered, I should be fine.”
He took charge of the clothing selections, and by the time he was finished, she had a stack of clothes that she was sure she would never need and jewellery that she wouldn’t wear.
They bought a snack at a food stall and slowly made their way to the school, signing autographs and taking vids with people as they walked. It made them precisely on time for the beginning of the festivities, and soon, they were sitting while the events unfolded around them.
Pageants, music, chants and awards filled the evening. Quell was given the dubious distinction of handing out the scholastic prizes,
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