She sits in the corner, eyes darting back and forth, biting her nail out of nervous habit, hoping that no one notices her. Her stomach growls and wrapping a small arm around her waist, she rocks. Attempting to push the need for food away, she shuts her eyes away from the world.
Until she hears loud voices, arguing. She looks in the direction of the inn’s front doorway as they enter. Two males. At least she thinks that’s what they are.
Although she quickly thinks her judgment is wrong. Their bickering reminds her of her parents, and the life-mates from her village.
They don’t seem aware of her, or anyone else as they continue through the large lobby’s entire length. They had to be life-mates she decides. No one else would argue like that unless they’d been bonded together for cycles.
Though she’s never seen a Luxan and Sebacean together, there were many things that she still has to learn. Younglings such as herself were never allowed to leave the domicile until they were bonded with their own mate, and that only came after instructions were completed at fifty cycles.
That will never happen for her - or her older siblings. She pushes the thought from her mind, back in the dark where she tries to keep all of the other memories that sadden her.
Focusing her attention back to the two newcomers helps, and she can’t help but laugh at them. Tilting her head, she leans into the corner and watches as the owner gives them one key. The Sebacean shakes his head enthusiastically, quickly followed by the Luxan.
“No. We want two rooms,” jerking his head in the other’s direction, he added, “He snores.”
“And you don’t? Rygel emits gas more quietly than you breathe.”
The smaller man turns to lean his side against the counter. “You wanna get into gases, D’Argo? There ain’t no-frelling-way I’m going to sleep in the same room as you after I saw you munching down on that turquoise lettuce. Veggies make you sound like a trawling motor.”
The short proprietor watched the exchange between the two, head moving quickly back and forth. She wonders if he’s getting dizzy from the motion. Apparently not since he backs away and swiftly finds an additional key, hand shaking before shoving it forward.
“Enjoy your stay,” he mumbles before running to the back room, slamming the door behind him.
“What’s up with him?”
“Obviously you frightened him.” The Luxan reached down for his bag and laughed.
“Me? Look at who’s seven foot tall and carrying a freaking sword! I’m a pussy cat.”
“Do you really want to know how that translates?” Thumping the other man on the shoulder hard enough to knock him backward a step, the Luxan takes his passkey and begins to walk away. “Let's get going sweetheart, it's been a long day.”
The Sebacean just glares at the Luxan’s back for a microt before picking up his bag and following to the lifts. They were different from the usual clientele certainly, but in the end all they were was another pair of customers for one of the owners of this world. They’ll stay here for a few days; wrinkling their noses in distaste at the workers, then leave. Forgetting about the conditions in which everyone lived, in order to provide them with the metal and minerals they required.
No one new came in the front entrance and soon she tired. Sighing in resignation, she wondered what it would be like to be able to come and go as she pleased, following whatever path she cared to imagine. All of them. Her, siblings, and her mother, flying off of this world, maybe even one day find their way home again.
“Don’t think about it. Don’t think about it and it won’t hurt.” Crawling out from behind the planter where she hid, Ccri’s mind wandered to the growling in her stomach and tried to think of some place that might have food for her to eat.
ETA: Found out last night while watching SG-1 that I am the only person on the planet that has the capability to catch a stove on fire while cooking WATER!
Oh, and my dad's love of Jack. Getting on my nerves. *g*