Sarida looked over at her test monkey…Tubey she began, thinking to herself big and dumb (to my needs), smart (to those around you), and well built (enough for me to ignore the first) of your ignorances…

Thinking back to a spirit with more maturity than her mind could have procured, she felt it would bloom here, rather than live stifled beneath the ground in a bulb – on a shelf while waiting to sprout. Her spirit was mature, just as George’s was or, as she would soon learn to call him Dr. Phurbish…

He’d visited her in a drift, telling her a code with which her spirit could break –

‘One hundred and thirty two and a half suns away, watch for my coming, because of the time you’ll gather, it won’t be by day. Things that transpire can’t come but at night, rather being that it’s after some play…

‘Watch for the suns, then four will come, too, two by the first and in simile: the second set will come time’s the same, ‘cepting the difference – three with a name much like yours…and three, with names like Tubey’s.’

Meigh laughed not yet at the wisdom the drift had brought her. Confusion wasn’t a part of nature, but words were a less than natural method of communicating thoughts.

Natural communication needed no words; yet, any other form took too long to understand. Meigh’s spirit was showing her how the world had fallen so far from the center of its own reality, gravity had pulled it beneath its own mire, and then, forcibly allowed it to clean up after itself while taking away man’s true  purpose, to destroy what it loved the most.

George had explained it to her first, “Nature – in order for it to be appreciated, it must be intertwined within the life of that which seeks to enjoy it. When this happens, the natural part of the world, is yours…”

Natural…that which has not been influenced, by man…Meigh loved this part of George’s teachings, and she understood them better now, than she did before seeing nature for the first time through the eyes she now carried…

Her natural instincts, here, would be designed from that which she learned about here; if she could just ignore all she’d come to be told by her fellow man,

Another piece then came to her -

‘In all reality, in order to be kind to your natural sectors of the world, you either need to stay out of it, or allow it to come to you…when nature calls, there’s no way to stop its beckoning desires.’

To him, and, in some realities, nature meant you were either on your way in, or on your way out – like supplies were to a city, or a man, to a woman.

Meigh then wondered what exactly George had planned, when the suns passed. Every inclination was towards the unknown still – until they came, she was adrift.

Looking to the ending day, she remembered what she was last asked.

“Are you going to sit there all day, or what?” Sarida pressed, with her arms full of limbs.

Maybe a shelter ‘would’ be a good thingthought Meigh, knowing that a distraction would help keep her distracted longer…