To Look at the Sky
Originally published in Semaphore SF
Tizzo planted her hands on her hips. She knew Ilac's mocking smile, which said I win without even trying, without flashing his white teeth in his bronzed face. He smelled of compost and something she couldn't define, but which made her shiver. He was halfway a man, and had become so much taller then her. She was kind-of scared of him, but then again, she wasn't; she had made up her mind.
'I want to see the sky.'
'Please, Tizzo.' His eyes were wide, and he looked kind-of sad like that. 'I'll have to call the elders if you don't come for your pedalling duty.'
'Fine.' She looked up. The trunk of the tree before her was massive and full of handholds: strangler figs and clumps of plants. 'Pedalling is stupid anyway.' She flung down h
