EPILOGUE
Captain Nereenital of the starship Savannah Runner waited outside the black door set in the black wall. He hesitated, with one hoof tilted up on its edge, his ears perked forward in expectation but also held sideways in concern. Behind him, above him, even below his feet, his ship’s translucent hull revealed long shimmering vistas of open space. But here before him stood one of the few opaque doors on the ship: the entrance to the quarters of the Special Advisor to the Harmonizers, the warrior Preeajitala.
Like other Neelee, Captain Nereenital loathed closed and constrained views. All Neelee had the same fear—they had evolved from plains-running herbivores, and still required long horizons, infinite escape routes, to feel safe. All Neelee except, it appeared, Preeajitala.
