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Yet amidst the ruins and the despair, I felt a strange sense of purpose.
I had a role to play, a task to complete.
And I intended to see it through.
For Lorik… and for myself.
Onshev’shouse was an imposing structure, incongruously opulent amidst the sea of desolation.
It stood unscathed, its grandeur strangely at odds with the wreckage surrounding it.
The sight was a bitter reminder of the inequality so prevalent in our universe — some remained untouched bydisaster (or even benefited from it) while others bore the brunt of it.
As we approached, Onshev emerged from his house, his demeanor warm and welcoming.
His smile, however, didn’t reach his eyes, which held a calculating glint. “My apologies for the fog,” he began, his voice smooth as silk. “It’s been getting worse lately.”
Despite his attempts at congeniality, I couldn’t help but find him unsettling.
He reminded me of a Ghila — a form of alien rat that kept to the shadows and hidden corners.
My fingers itched to sketch him, to capture his essence on paper.
But I resisted the urge, reminding myself of the task at hand.
He introduced his partners, a lawyer who brought to mind an image of a sly Fli’at — most similar to an Earth ferret — and an estate manager whose imposing stature and aggressive demeanor was reminiscent of a silverback gorilla.
Their collective presence was overpowering.
Before lunch, we were given the opportunity to freshen up.
Seizing the moment, I pulled out a scrap of paper and scribbled three words.
My thoughts about Onshev and his companions decoded in our secret language.
After washing up, I found Lorik standing by the window, his eyes lost in thought.
His figure was framed by the light streaming in from the window, giving him an almost ethereal quality.
The sight was so captivating that I momentarily forgot about the looming dangers we faced.
He was so handsome, his repose naturally dominating the small room.
His horns were tall and majestic, his skin glittering blue.
Pulling myself back to reality, I walked over to him, my hand outstretched, the note hidden within my palm.
His fingers brushed mine as he took the note, a surge of electricity passing through me.
Our eyes met, and I could see the curiosity in his gaze.
Unfolding the note, Lorik’s eyes scanned the hastily written words.
A slow smile spread across his face as he finished reading, his nod of agreement warming me from the inside.
His faith in my judgment was more than I had ever expected, it made me feel valued, and significant.
As we prepared to have lunch with our questionable hosts, I felt a surge of courage.
