Earth
“Watch your step,” Adalard warned as he held out his hand and steadied Samara when she stepped off the trail. There were still patches of snow and ice along the leaf covered path.
Samara absently nodded and placed her hand in his. They had left the UTV at the top of the cliff and followed the path to the bridge before taking the narrow trail on the other side of the cliff down to the bank of the river.
She walked toward Adalard’s transport with a sense of awe. This was the first time that she had seen it from the outside. Before, her idea of an alien spaceship was influenced by movies and television. The real ship was a slick, bullet-shape design covered in a shimmering tarp.
“How did you conceal it? I didn’t notice anything from above,” she breathed out.
“The Goddess’s gift to
