CHAPTER 422877, Tretan Shuttle
Nothing except stars and one bright blazing point of light was visible through the apparently transparent front of the cabin. Muriel stood with her arms crossed, missing the ocean depths, the feel of the water above her. She lacked gills like Subha, but her expanded lung capacity and other modifications did give her the ability to dive deep and hold her breath for a long time. She had learned much from air-breathing aquatic organisms like whales and the Galendia divers.
This, deep space, was barren and empty.
Dyami settled down beside her, breath huffing. He rubbed at the translator band on his arm.
Are you okay? Muriel signed.
Bored.
They’d learned the sign language when the crew on the Australia had taken away his translator. They’d spent months on th
