V’x tucked her beak under her wing and napped beside my bed. I let my arm hang off the bed and stroked her feathers while she slept. I wasn’t sure which of us was more grateful that she was no longer in the cage. She shifted, pressing up against my hand and trilling lightly. “It’s all right Vix,” I whispered. Continue reading
It was like a blast of gale-force wind hit. I winced. V’x cried out.
Voices cried out over the wind. The grey. It was speaking. I heard V’x. She was in my head. She was crying in terror.
The grey continued. I couldn’t understand. V’x cried louder. She was trying to withdraw. The grey wouldn’t let go. I slapped my free hand over both of their’s. They had to keep talking. Continue reading
A rush of emotions hit me. V’x cried out and jumped back. Then silence.
V’x cowered out of reach in the back of her cage. The greys were leaving.
“Wait!” I shouted. “Where are you going?”
One looked back over its shoulder as it passed through the door, then they were gone. Continue reading
The greys conferred. V’x trilled to herself. I laid back and waited. My shoulder was killing me. I wanted to ask about it, but I waited. They had to let V’x out.
‘It is never our intent to hurt these creatures,’ a grey said finally. ‘We try to help.’
‘We fail,’ said another.
I groaned from the pain. “You can make it right.”
‘There is no way. We cannot communicate this way.’
“I find it hard to believe that you’d just give up,” I muttered. Continue reading
The greys were very upset. V’x was terrified. I was stuck in the middle, translating for two alien species with whom I had little in common.
“Please. We should talk. You have questions. She has questions. I have questions,” I said.
The greys grew silent. Their attention was on me. Continue reading
When I awoke again, I was determined to have a look around. The greys (which I called them for lack of a better word) seemed to want to help me, but I couldn’t help but think they meant to keep me prisoner. Plus, I was worried about V’x. She wasn’t a vicious animal, as the greys thought. She was a good… person. And I cared about her. Continue reading
The greys were baffled, as was I. How could they not understand talking?
‘We do not communicate this way,’ the grey said. ‘This thing that you call talking.’ Continue reading