Chapter EightAridor idly ran his fingers through his beard as words, numbers, and symbols in Maeve's strange language flashed on the screens before him. Though he considered himself highly educated and progressive, he could not discern the function of even one control on the huge bank that sat within arm's reach. The constant stream of information, along with the odd, almost musical noises that seemed to be coming from all around him, were making his head hurt, so he diverted his eyes to the portal—no, viewport—in front of him. To see the grass of the Plains of Iyan, the dense forest of reesa trees from high above was truly spectacular.
According to Maeve, the people on her world had developed very much like those on Elystra. She said one would have been hard-pressed to distinguish betwee
