Baskadia

As I approached my Mothers shed I could see her from a distance sitting outside on Her backyard deck waiting for me in the early morning light. My light beamed brightly along my spine as I grew near her. She wasn't looking in my direction.

She was looking up into a tree watching her pet(𑜷㇣) nanki's at play. My mother's nanki's were still young enough to be called (nanki kits) nanps. Nanki's are long furry animals that eat the vegetation in the forest. They grow to be as long as the lower cahlelf(calf), portion of a leg, and as wide or wider than one as well. Mother says on earth they don't grow as big and are called caterpillars which transition into butterflies. Here on Afsastet nanki's stay the furry and loveable creatures they are and are beneficial to this simulated environment by assisting in pollination. The Ͽnarꜽc which the butterfly sounds similar to is an entirely separate entity.

I made a noise so she could see me and I wouldn't startle her. She turned toward me grinning widely opening her arms for a hug. The nanps also crawled down from the tree scurrying quickly on their six legs to greet me, I kneeled and patted them, and gave mamϿ a squeeze. She squeezed me firmly, her pale blond hair smelled freshly washed, her light beaming out at me from within, mine beaming into her from without. Our lights entertwining to create a spark familiar to every planet, the bond of mother and child.