Star Date #9

"That snake venom really has a way of making you see the light."

I mumbled. My girl looked at me as if I was going crazy. None of the interior dialog that had just welled up inside me had reached her mind or ear. Made sense, because other than our all powerful tree hosts she wasn't telepathic, and couldn't read minds.

I don't know if universe-scanning and mind-reading belong to the same category of magic mind abilities but I just think they do. As I looked down to where my barf had fallen I saw one of the tree people (I really need to find a better name for them, maybe just ask them what they call themselves!) who had been a part of the meeting we had been in.

She looked up at me as if she did catch every word of my drunken epiphany, and smiled as if she condoned the thoughts completely. And also a little as if saying: "your world and species have such a long way to go. You adorable little weakling."

Again with the weakling eyes!!! God dammit. It really was time to go search for Babalatchi.