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A rustling sound from the nearby foliage made me jump.
I turned my head quickly, trying to locate the source, but the dense vegetation made it hard to see.
Talan seemed to notice it too, but his concentration never wavered from his task.
It seemed the mysterious rustlings of the forest were of no concern to him.
I crouched beside him, utterly mesmerized by the crafting process.
With every chip and carve, a defined blade began to take shape.
Sparks flew occasionally, illuminating the intricate process.
It was raw, primitive yet completely captivating.
The stark contrast of seeing an otherworldly being crafting something so rudimentary had me entranced.
“You travel galaxies, but here you are, making tools like our ancestors did,” I mused aloud.
A hint of a smile curled on his lips. “Advanced civilizations still value the basics. And sometimes, the simplest tools can be the most effective.”
The rustling grew louder, closer.
It sounded like… whispers?
My pulse quickened, the memories of our recent confrontation with the other alien males still fresh in my mind.
I nudged Talan, anxiety evident in my eyes. “Should we move? That sounds closer.”
He paused for a brief moment, his ears perking up.
I’d noticed that they had this ability to tune into sounds in an almost superhuman way.
After what felt like an eternity, he returned to his work, seemingly undeterred by the sounds around us.
“Trust me, Riley. If it were a threat, we’d know,” he said, his tone calm and reassuring.
I tried to relax, taking a deep breath and focusing on his hands, which continued to move with grace and precision.
The blade was now sharp, its edge looking deadly.
Talan’s fingers brushed against its surface, testing its smoothness and sharpness.
“Your thoughts are loud,” Talan remarked, a teasing glint in his eyes.
I blushed, feeling a bit embarrassed. “You can read my thoughts?”
“No. But I can read your expressions. You are as open as a holy scroll.”
He chuckled, the sound deep and resonant, sending pleasant shivers down my spine.
The rustling in the foliage grew more persistent, now accompanied by the soft hum of alien insects and the distant calls of creatures I couldn’t begin to imagine.
But amidst all the foreignness, there was a peculiar sense of familiarity, of life simply carrying on, regardless of where in the universe you found yourself.
Time seemed to lose meaning as I watched Talan work.
Every now and then, he’d cast a glance my way, his gaze lingering a little longer than necessary, making my heart skip a beat.
