Tarla
Kael and I spent the next weeks learning about each other’s bodies, lives, languages, and each other. We spent a fair amount of time in his furs. When we weren’t in bed, he taught me to hunt. He showed me which plants were edible and how to harvest them. It turned out that Destrans had a natural sense when it came to plants. He would take a piece of one, rub it on his skin and the color his skin turned indicated whether something was edible or not.
His Sola grew stronger with each passing day. Perhaps the hope of being reunited with the others renewed his symbiont’s will to survive.
Underneath it all, however, I could feel Kael’s desire to find his other brothers. It was a mirror of my own desire to find the other six women who were hopefully somewhere on this planet. If they live
