Echo was torn. She felt a strong protective instinct towards the now-upright alien, her affinity for babies and children the one thing that could make her painful shyness disappear, and she didn't want to see it killed. No matter what planet it came from. When you always felt like a mutant, consigning any life-form to death was anathema.
But like Daniel, she had reasons to stay hidden. Even anonymous tips might be traced, and she didn't want men in dark suits knocking at the trailer's door. If they knew what she was, they'd consider her a subject of interest. She didn't want to be a lab experiment.
When the unknown female started to giggle, the sound extremely unnatural coming from her, the hybrid inched towards the crater. The green goop from the pod was slowly seeping into the soil, but the smell remained. Echo covered her mouth and nose with her shirt, but that only helped a little. The night breeze freshened, wafting it more strongly in her direction. She swayed on her feet.
"It probably doesn't have a name, or at least nothing we could pronounce," she said, turning her head to direct the words towards Cian. Her voice was a little slurred, as if she'd been drinking. "It comes from..." Her hand waved upwards at the wispy clouds. "...Up there somewhere. Maybe it comes from the rings of Saturn."
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on 2013-12-15 10:40 pm (UTC)But like Daniel, she had reasons to stay hidden. Even anonymous tips might be traced, and she didn't want men in dark suits knocking at the trailer's door. If they knew what she was, they'd consider her a subject of interest. She didn't want to be a lab experiment.
When the unknown female started to giggle, the sound extremely unnatural coming from her, the hybrid inched towards the crater. The green goop from the pod was slowly seeping into the soil, but the smell remained. Echo covered her mouth and nose with her shirt, but that only helped a little. The night breeze freshened, wafting it more strongly in her direction. She swayed on her feet.
"It probably doesn't have a name, or at least nothing we could pronounce," she said, turning her head to direct the words towards Cian. Her voice was a little slurred, as if she'd been drinking. "It comes from..." Her hand waved upwards at the wispy clouds. "...Up there somewhere. Maybe it comes from the rings of Saturn."
And then she giggled.