[Continued from this post with @flusenimkopf ! ]
flusenimkopf:
// Send “UFO” to have my muse’s ship crash-land near your muse
@justassorted (Ithadel)
Perrine sighed annoyed as leaving the vessel, circled it to examine the damage. Luckily, it wasn’t that bad; only a few more dents and scratches, barely noticeable among the others. Apparently, this wasn’t the first time she had crashed the ship. What’s going to stop her from leaving that soon were the engines, which still refused to work, yet that was a job for D.O.T., her metallic companion.
So, enough time to explore this place. The bruise on her head could wait; it wasn’t that bad, either. But maybe she could find some water to refresh. D.O.T. told her it was drinkable.
After walking a good half an hour, Perrine indeed found a pond. Next to a cabin, not far away from it, it was the only prominent thing around here.
The small alien was about to go for a swim, yet hesitated as noticing a noise behind her. Since it was night and this place seemed to be rather uninhabited, she decided not to wear any kind of disguise.
She turned around, starring directly into the glowing eyes of a.. winged creature?
”Damn..”
Yet another restless night had led Ithadel out to the lakeside in the hopes of clearing his mind of the dreams that had woken him. He really hadn’t expected to encounter anyone; he didn’t have any night appointments scheduled right now, and if there was an emergency, people knew to call him or come to his cabin directly.
But there was indeed someone by the shore—a very small someone. He couldn’t see color very well in the dark, but they seemed monochromatic, and they didn’t look human. They noticed his approach before he could get very close, turning to meet his eyes.
His lips twitched at the curse. “Were you not expecting company?” he asked, tone mild.
Ithadel studied them with faint curiosity—they weren’t a species he’d ever encountered, nor heard about, for that matter. Not too surprising—even after several hundred years of working with the nonhuman populace, the one thing Ithadel had learned for certain was that he never knew as much as he thought he did. Besides, they looked a bit like a jellyfish. If they were aquatic, then it was even more understandable that he might not have encountered their kind before.
There was a discoloration on their forehead, though—Ithadel couldn’t tell whether it was a scuff, a bruise, or a natural marking. He frowned.
“Are you alright?” Ithadel gestured at the mark.