By S. L. Viehl
Jory Rask is a qualified shockball participant. The quickest runback within the online game, she is enjoyed throughout Terra. yet Jory Rask has a mystery that she's lived with for 24 years. In a xenophobic international that despises extraterrestrial beings, she isn't relatively human...
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They couldn't feel the grip he had on me. " I didn't like Jorenian hands on me any more than I liked Terran, so I shook him off. " "Kalea was my eldest ClanDaughter. " He pointed to a corridor off the banquet hall. " That last word cost him, so I went along to his office. Once inside, he secured the door panel and gestured for me to sit down in one of the comfortable-looking chairs in front of a wide, U-shaped desk. I didn't need his grudging hospitality, so I stayed on my feet. His eyes narrowed as he sat down behind the desk, but he didn't make a fuss about looking up at me.
Tarek Varena, ClanJoren Joren wasn't exactly what I'd expected. Oh, it was just like the planetary survey data said—the seventh planet in a single-star system, big, multilife-form sustaining, etc. The moment I stepped off the launch at Lno Main Transport, though, I knew they'd missed a few things. I breathed in deeply. "Nice. " The air smelled like flowers. Colors were sharper, clearer. Even the gravity felt right— on Terra, I'd always felt like an oversize, lumbering t'lerue. Now I felt my muscles shifting, as if finally relaxing after twenty-five years of tension.
Her ghost wanted to know. This was my home. The Jorenian female didn't stop at the ramp, but strolled up to meet me. Transport Admin, I read from the discreet badge on her chest. A well-paying job, judging from the amount of expensive body ornaments she had hanging from her ears, throat, and wrists. She gave me a not-too-enthusiastic smile and reached up to put something around my neck. I ducked out of the way. " "I speak Jorenian," I said in a coherent, Terran-accented version of the same. "Forgive me.