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I placed my hand on the towel again and thought about the white color of it and watched in astonishment as my skin turned the same color. Like a chameleon. I looked around, dropping the towel and running over to the wooden table. I laid my forearm against it and concentrated, and as before, my skin quickly morphed to match the color of it. Sitting down in the chair, I struggled to make sense of it.
Then I remembered the night my Vakarrans had rescued me.
I’d been able to see them, but just barely and only if I concentrated on specific spots in the woods. I hadn’t been able to identify them until the very last moment. I’d been numb, lost in the recesses of my own mind, but now that I had some clarity, I was able to really analyze what happened. They were Vakarrans and they probably had abilities that I hadn’t known about before. Chameleon skin might have been one of them, but why was I, a human, showcasing one of their abilities?
I brushed my thumb across one of the spots on my thighs that still glittered.
Maybe, just maybe, their seed was doing something to me. Changing me somehow so that I was becoming something more Vakarran while still existing as human.
I’d have to talk to Xandaar about it. He might have some sort of explanation or know something I didn’t. If this was even normal or if I was some sort of freak.
For a solid hour or two, I practiced concentrating, changing my skin to match my surroundings. Before long, I felt like I had a solid handle on my newfound ability. A short while later, I was happy to see Xandaar enter the tent. He had brought me a plate of food and I grinned in excitement.
“Xandaar!” I exclaimed. “I need to show you something!”
“I don’t have long, but I wanted to make sure you got to eat today,” he answered.
I popped over to him and took a piece of cheese off of the top. I grinned, seeing a selection of meats as well. My stomach growled in anticipation.
He sat down at the table with me, motioning for me to join as well.
“Can I ask you something?” I ventured. He nodded, sitting back, watching me.
Out of the four, Xandaar was the calmest. He liked to gather all the data before making a conclusion. I knew that he wouldn’t freak out over my odd new ability, until I explained everything. He might even know what was happening to me.
“Can you change your skin color? Is that normal for a Vakarran?” I ventured.
“Yes. Our skin is naturally purple like this, but if we concentrate, we can change it to what we wish. I can look human in tone or I can hide in my surroundings, which becomes especially useful during secret missions or during wartime,” he replied. I watched in wonder as he did just that, first changing to a tanned tone of a man who’d spent a fair amount of time in the sun and then, he almost completely disappeared before my eyes. The only thing that remained the same was his copper-colored eyes, rimmed in black.
Instead of explaining my new discovery, I just placed my arm on the table and concentrated, matching the tones of the wood.
He gasped.
“I’d only heard rumors of this,” he began. He reached for me, gently brushing his fingers against the surface of my skin.
“What’s happening to me?” I asked nervously.
Leaning back, he took my fingers, a thoughtful expression on his face.
“I had thought that what I’d heard was only gossip, but now seeing you do that, I think there’s something to them. You see, there are whispers of humans taking on Vakarran characteristics, whether it be our ability to communicate telepathically or change our skin in order to hide. There are claims of other abilities as well, but those are much rarer,” he began.
“But why is it happening to me?” I pushed.
“That’s the part I’m not quite sure about, but I think it has something to do with this. I’
ve noticed that your skin is extremely receptive to our seed. Sometimes, without even cleaning you off, it seems your flesh soaks it right up. As our mate, your body is receptive to our genes. I believe, and I’d like to test this in my lab as soon as I can, but our DNA might possibly be intercalating with yours, which might be giving you access to some of our abilities, like changing your skin color at will,” he explained.
“You guys can communicate telepathically?” I asked, and a sheepish look crossed over his face.
“Well, yes. I probably wasn’t supposed to tell you that,” he replied, and I punched his arm playfully. I smirked and giggled.
“Probably just a bunch of dirty talk anyway,” I muttered, and he laughed.
“That’s possible,” he replied with a wink.
He was the slowest to open up to me, but the longer I knew him, the more I respected his opinion and the more he let me in. He was an intelligent man and he never looked down on me. He always would explain things to me if I had a question or I didn’t understand something, whether it be how I should behave around other Vakarrans or about their society or culture. He was an incredible source of information and I was happy to know him.
“How’s it going out there?” I asked.
