Chapter 12
By the end of the second day of searching, the excitement and adventure had worn off for everyone. Even the young Greponians. Each cove was lush with human-seeded plants and grasses that didn’t require specialized pollination. Each was pristine and beautiful, with no visible trace of habitation or even recent visits. Each remained empty, all the way to the back of every possible cave and habitat.
A few sites held faint remains of water that was sweeter than normal, lingering in the furthest reaches of the caves. Belles and Nesil felt sure that meant the Dalsoria must have been there. Neither they nor any of the other searchers had ever sensed water like that anywhere else on Mossera 4.
Those maddening clues didn’t bring them any closer to locating the restricted species, or t
