Eleven
Catarine
After Sithe leaves, the first thing I do is return to the archives.
The molded seat cups me in an odd way, and my eyes center on the screen. My back is to the wall, and the rest of the room, including the door, is visible through and beside the screen. I finally appreciate something about Arrisan architecture.
You know, I feel a little bad for the Arrisans. How awful it must have been to lose their home world, and how much they must have changed as a result. Look at how this nice room is more vertical than horizontal, how the bed is like a hollow beneath a tree, and how their walls are stuffed with stored food. They must have been some sort of peaceful squirrel species who got shaken out of their trees, and now, they’re right angry little chipmunks.
Chipmunks with blad
