Baskadia

His skin like smooth spilled tar glistened blue. His eyes a bright silver gave me a quizzical look. Even with all the Afreneen insults of Sashaye that I was called I looked more like Doh an Afraneen than I did a human, only my nose ring gave me away.

"Yehೲree nine't celelbraneen?" "You are not celebrating?" He asked, studying my face. I looked away.

"Yehೲ vesisteta ҈ ꝏspha saata" Dinine't yehೲ? " "You visited the Council today didn't you? "

My light dimmed. ("Yayi ꝏnentet") "Yes, I went."

"Ꝏ᭧ll, ꝏhahtet dide᭼tetha cahlel᭼y'ೲfa"

"Well, what did they call you for? "

I sat down and took another swig of Shalo it had cooled now and its effect had reduced.

"Deỷꝏnenteta sesnen mamỷeeta ᭧reth." They want to send me to earth," I said.

"Vacahtỷneen?" "Vacation?" Doh asked, and before I could respond,"Ͻtatha Haೲjugh ꝏỷlel yehೲtahkek memyee? "

"O that's huge will you take me?"

Many Afraneen visit earth every year to watch human beings in their natural habitat, humans call us shadow people when they catch fleeting glimpses of us from the corner of their eyes.

"Ỷtetsnine't vacahtỷneen, Doh ỷtetsah mimỷsesneen, tethaỷ᭼ꝏϿnentet memỷetabeh abahtet memỷe fꜷtetree Bೲsesnes."

"lt's not vacation Doh it's a mission, they want me to be about my father's business," I answered.

Doh looked down as if he needed to think about it, and then looked up at me. His eyes wizened by surprise.

"Ahree yehೲ s᭧reೲs?"

"Are you serious? "

"Yi ꝏỷshah Yi ꝏree jakneen."

"I wish I were joking."