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With Catlike Tread
© 2018 by Walter Reimer
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“ – And a mutual friend has told me that you have been very remiss,” Varan’s simulacrum said. She was in her dark gray duty uniform, either going on or going off her shift. Meredith’s ears dipped as the vir added, “I have been told that you have not written to your friends aboard the Rani Anitra.” The feline eyes narrowed slightly. “You will send them a message, because you cannot turn your back on your friends.”
Varan smiled. “I must go. Be careful, Meredith.” The image froze, then vanished, leaving the palomino mare sitting in semidarkness. She was thinking.
Two things had made her run the recorded message again. First, she didn’t specifically name their ‘mutual friend,’ which was odd. If the friend was mutual, Varan would have been more direct in naming that person. Further, the vir usually closed her messages with some assertion of her love for the Terran.
Instead, she asked that she “be careful.”
Careful about what?
She ran the recording a third time, now without the sound, and concentrated on the shlan’s gestures and facial expression, freezing the hologram at one point. The tip of her tail, the bony, hooklike tailspur . . .
It was moving very deliberately, drawing glyphs in the air. She slowed it further, watching the motions carefully as it spelled out KSG.
‘KSG?’
Meredith’s mouth went into a silent O as she realized what she was seeing.
It was a Kashlanin word, but shorn of its vowels, a short u and a short a: kusag. Its dominant definition was command or order.
Oh, that clever vir, Meredith thought to herself. Somehow, Varan had been told or had heard that the mare had had at least one encounter with the Order. And her lover was telling her to be careful.
So she would be.
The palomino mare glanced at the clock and judged that she didn’t have enough time to record a message for her former shipmates before her next class started. Still, she could get straight in her mind what she wanted to say.
It was a bit more fun than listening to a tedious lecture on how superior Terran culture was compared to the other sophont races in this part of the galaxy.
© 2018 by Walter Reimer
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rabbi-tom“ – And a mutual friend has told me that you have been very remiss,” Varan’s simulacrum said. She was in her dark gray duty uniform, either going on or going off her shift. Meredith’s ears dipped as the vir added, “I have been told that you have not written to your friends aboard the Rani Anitra.” The feline eyes narrowed slightly. “You will send them a message, because you cannot turn your back on your friends.”
Varan smiled. “I must go. Be careful, Meredith.” The image froze, then vanished, leaving the palomino mare sitting in semidarkness. She was thinking.
Two things had made her run the recorded message again. First, she didn’t specifically name their ‘mutual friend,’ which was odd. If the friend was mutual, Varan would have been more direct in naming that person. Further, the vir usually closed her messages with some assertion of her love for the Terran.
Instead, she asked that she “be careful.”
Careful about what?
She ran the recording a third time, now without the sound, and concentrated on the shlan’s gestures and facial expression, freezing the hologram at one point. The tip of her tail, the bony, hooklike tailspur . . .
It was moving very deliberately, drawing glyphs in the air. She slowed it further, watching the motions carefully as it spelled out KSG.
‘KSG?’
Meredith’s mouth went into a silent O as she realized what she was seeing.
It was a Kashlanin word, but shorn of its vowels, a short u and a short a: kusag. Its dominant definition was command or order.
Oh, that clever vir, Meredith thought to herself. Somehow, Varan had been told or had heard that the mare had had at least one encounter with the Order. And her lover was telling her to be careful.
So she would be.
The palomino mare glanced at the clock and judged that she didn’t have enough time to record a message for her former shipmates before her next class started. Still, she could get straight in her mind what she wanted to say.
It was a bit more fun than listening to a tedious lecture on how superior Terran culture was compared to the other sophont races in this part of the galaxy.
Category Story / General Furry Art
Species Horse
Size 74 x 120px
File Size 34.7 kB
Yeah, sorry about that. It can take a while for me to get these done.
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