Citun’s Storm
“Wild, wacky, weird. She listed the words off in her thoughts. The sky was vividly colored with a few black holes. Creepy vulture-like birds glared at her, their comical cartoonish beaks resting on their chests. Citun was watching her reaction. She tried to smile at him, but the expression he returned made her wonder if she appeared constipated.
Citun wrapped an arm around her shoulders. They were in a small clearing, and a path to her left was visible. The ground beneath her feet crackled in her moccasins, she preferred her own to the replicators, when she took her first step. As they walked, her heart began to pound until she wondered if Citun could hear it. A number of tiny ponds were scattered about, each covered in a layer of smelly scum surrounded by various brush. Citun informed her the scum was deadly and never to drink from anywhere except the replicated liquid. She remembered he made her promise to stay clear of them.
The air was warm; a gentle breeze ruffled her hair.
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