powered up until they left the atmosphere behind.
Salika had just gained the keys to finding her relatives, and she could hardly wait to see images of those who had been brave enough to leave their world to strike out to live a life on a world with no name and less creature comforts.
If she could find those faces, she would finally feel like a whole person and she would have something else to talk with Hroma about.
She hugged Saber and smiled. It was almost a normal thought. A few more and she would take up the dance classes that Imron wanted her to join him in. She got the feeling that the dance class was just an excuse to hold her, but she was finally good with that. Perhaps it would lead to other things, perhaps not, but she would never know if she didn’t try.
Her ancestors tried to find a new world, and they managed it, ending up in her own genetics after three hundred years. She hoped it wouldn’t take that long to let him kiss her.
Author’s Note
Salika is a work in process, and she knows it. As long as Imron is fine with it, there won’t be a problem. At least he knows that Saluk will keep other men away while Salika works through her issues.
Thanks for reading,
Viola Grace
About the Author
Viola Grace (aka Zenina Masters) is a Canadian sci-fi/paranormal romance writer with ambitions to keep writing for the rest of her life. She specializes in short stories because the thrill of discovery, of all those firsts, is what keeps her writing.
An artist who enjoys a story that catches you up, whirls you around and sets you down with a smile on your face is all she endeavours to be. She prefers to leave the drama to those who are better suited to it, she always goes for the cheap laugh.
Salika had just gained the keys to finding her relatives, and she could hardly wait to see images of those who had been brave enough to leave their world to strike out to live a life on a world with no name and less creature comforts.
If she could find those faces, she would finally feel like a whole person and she would have something else to talk with Hroma about.
She hugged Saber and smiled. It was almost a normal thought. A few more and she would take up the dance classes that Imron wanted her to join him in. She got the feeling that the dance class was just an excuse to hold her, but she was finally good with that. Perhaps it would lead to other things, perhaps not, but she would never know if she didn’t try.
Her ancestors tried to find a new world, and they managed it, ending up in her own genetics after three hundred years. She hoped it wouldn’t take that long to let him kiss her.
Author’s Note
Salika is a work in process, and she knows it. As long as Imron is fine with it, there won’t be a problem. At least he knows that Saluk will keep other men away while Salika works through her issues.
Thanks for reading,
Viola Grace
About the Author
Viola Grace (aka Zenina Masters) is a Canadian sci-fi/paranormal romance writer with ambitions to keep writing for the rest of her life. She specializes in short stories because the thrill of discovery, of all those firsts, is what keeps her writing.
An artist who enjoys a story that catches you up, whirls you around and sets you down with a smile on your face is all she endeavours to be. She prefers to leave the drama to those who are better suited to it, she always goes for the cheap laugh.
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