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Waiting for the Sun

By Alyx Shaw

"RARF!"

"Noooo..." I said patiently. "Not
'rarf'
, it's a ball. Can you say 'ball'?"

"ARF! ARF ARF RARARARF! ARF!"

I sighed. "This is pointless."

The Faylan shook his head while blowing a raspberry. I looked at Tiff, who was lounging on a Romanesque couch under a simple shelter of woven branches, reading.

"So what is this thing?" I asked, referring to the little red humanoid before me.

"You
know
what it is, Sebastian. It's a Faylan."

"But what is it
other
than a Faylan?"

"A right pain in the ass," said Tiff dryly.

"RARF!"

I looked at the pretty reddish creature. If you took an Olympic gymnast and crossed him with a greyhound, you'd get a Faylan. They're beautiful little beings, but they make me crazy, and have done so since I arrived on Sferkkaa. No one seems to have any idea what they are, and what
really
makes me insane is no one much seems to care. It's a Faylan. Well that's not good enough for me; I'm a natural scientist, I want to know what it is related to and how it fits in to the eco system. But I'm already boned right from the start because they're not native to Sferkkaa, and don't seem to fit into any category of which I can think. They're little hermaphroditic barking boneheads obsessed with small flying things, have a voice that can cut glass, and come in two varieties: arboreal and not arboreal. I refer to them as 'he' because that's the most obvious gender of the two, but even
that
piece of information is not technically correct as there is a second fully functional set of parts that only becomes evident when the creature is pregnant. And at the end of the day, with all my years of training, all I can say is, "Yes, it's a Faylan."

"ARF ARF!"

"Stop that."

"RARARARARF!!! RARF!"

If Hell had Pekinese, they would be Faylans.

"Leave the poor creature alone, Sebastian."

"But I want to know what it IS!"

"It's a Faylan," said Tiff, his tone implying I am a complete knob.

"Yes I
know
it's a Faylan, but what is it precisely?"

"Off hand I'd say about four feet tall when standing erect, arboreal, and probably in heat, which is likely the only reason he's putting up with your persistent attempts to teach him to speak."

I looked at Tiff. "They have a heat cycle?"

"They do when the outside temperature and humidity is right."

"Well there, my life hasn't been a complete waste; I learned they go into heat."

"RARF!"

I gazed at the pretty red creature with the little foxy face. He gazed back at me, exhibiting no 'heat' behaviour that I could see. No trilling, rubbing, flirting, no enticement of any kind.

"So why isn't he coming on to me?"

Tiff flipped the page of his book. "Because he doesn't know where
you
fit into the grand scheme of things, either. Faylans have a very carefully structured pack life. He doesn't know if he ranks high enough to mate with you. For that matter he's not about to have sex with you if you don't rank high enough to have
him
." Tiff closed his book and gave me a thoughtful look. "You know, Sebastian, if you really must learn about them, I have a distant cousin who lives not far from here; he has a pack of about forty. Frankly, if there is anything he does not know about Faylans, then it is not worth knowing."

"The nut case, right?"

"That would be him." Tiff smiled.

"I thought Draephus lived up north?"

Tiff smiled. "He does, but he comes down to make sure his Faylans are all right. So shall we go?"

"Yeah, why not? How often do I get to learn about a new species from a crazy man?"

"Faylans are not new, my love."

"They are to me."

"They're not new to you either; they've been in the trees the entire time you've been here."

"RARF!"

I looked at the Faylan I had been trying to teach to speak. "You just have to take his side, don't you?"

"Hrrrph."

"To you too."

I tossed the ball to the Faylan. He watched it go up, then down, then roll to a halt. He then gave me a look that implied I was some sort of moron before leaping roughly twenty feet straight up to catch hold of a branch and pull himself onto it.

"I could do that," I said, staring at the little red form. "I just don't want to right now."

"Of course, darling."

I walked over to Tiff and lay down beside him on the broad lounging couch. It had been eight years since I had moved here, and I still couldn't speak more than a few simple sentences of Sferkkaan, much as I would have liked to. Believe it or not, that didn't make me dumb. Sferkkaan vocalizations were many and varied, and they could reach pitches a human voice is simply not capable of producing. It's part of why music was so universally important to all the cultures on this planet. I could speak Sferkkaan if I were capable of producing their range of vocalizations. I was just lucky they could do English with little to no effort.

I frequently heard how dull my language is.

Another thing I wanted to do was ravish Tiff to within an inch of his little alien life, but it was the height of the Sferkkaan summer, which was an awful lot like living in the bathroom with the shower running full blast spewing nothing but boiling water. The air was hot and wet, and everything in the area was happy but me. I trailed my hand down Tiff's chest, my fingers wandering over the damp cloth of his uniform shirt. His black hair was stuck like wet black snakes to the pillow, and the lenses of his shades sparkled with droplets of water. I picked the glasses off and set them aside so I could see his beautiful green eyes, and kissed him.

"I really want to do unspeakable things to you," I said.

"I'm not stopping you."

"It's too hot and wet."

"We could go make love in the swamp."

"Yeah, but I hate the way the frogs all line up and stare."

"They are frogs, my love; they are not staring at us."

"They are. In fact, I'm sure they are offering commentary."

Tiff set aside his book and rolled onto his side so he could face me. Beautiful little Tiff. I could stare at him forever. Beautiful, lovely, delectable...

Something landed on the couch with a thud. I turned to look at the cat-sized arachnid, all black and gold and hairy. Ah yes, the Touskanian Cave Spider, known for its preference for fruit rather than insects, its ability to mimic words, and its lousy timing.

"Do you mind?" I asked it.

With perfect clarity, the spider said, "Bite me."

I raised one eyebrow. "Who taught you to say that?"

Tiff laughed. "I rather suspect it was Shahira."

"Great. You'd think an Imperial Bird of Prey would have better things to do."

"Well he
is
retired."

"You'd still think a royal warrior from an ancient bloodline would have better things to do with his golden years than teach rude come-backs to the local arachnids." I nudged the enormous spider on its way. "Where
is
Tall, Beautiful and Arrogant, anyway?"

"Visiting his tall, beautiful and arrogant friends."

Oh, that sounded good. I ran my hand along Tiff's side. "And all our other base-mates?"

He blinked beautiful big green eyes at me. "Off getting supplies. They will be gone all day."

"So it's just you and me." I nipped his neck. "Whatever shall we do?"

"RARF!"

I glanced in the direction of the noise. The spider was now sitting on the table and barking like a Faylan.

"Let's go inside," I suggested.

"But then I'd have to move," said Tiff. "And it's hotter inside."

He had a point. At least out here in the misting rain we were cooler. I began picking at the front of his uniform shirt.

"Well, it would be wrong of me to make you move," I said.

I slowly undressed him. It wasn't especially easy; damp clothing makes for a charming visual image but it tends to cling to the skin. Still, what I found beneath those layers and folds of wet fabric was well worth the hunt. Tiff had a body that made me wish I could sculpt. He's all lean muscle, which was what I like. I never found huge muscles attractive. I much preferred 'boa' to 'beefcake'. And believe me, Tiff can sit on a branch and entice me to taste his fruit any time he likes.

He gleamed in the shadowed sunlight, pale silver slicked with mercury, the light following the lines of his body, as did my tongue. I tasted him all over, my hands wandering over each line and curve. Funny how after all this time I still couldn't wait to touch him, and each time was as good as the first. He's all soft compliance in bed, my Tiff. Probably because he could kill me in one swift motion. It was a bit daunting, making love to a man you knew had personally killed at least thirty people in hand-to-hand combat. He's a warrior, a weapon of flesh and bone. He could snap my neck without a thought and there's nothing I could do to defend myself. But all I have to do is touch him and he melts. His eyes glaze over and close, and he opens himself up to me like a demure concubine giving his master his due. I don't know why he lets me have him. But I'm damned glad he does. I settled over him and pushed myself deep into his perfect, gleaming body, and we began to make love in the misting rain.

Shahira stepped out of the woods like some great lethal bird, almost seven feet tall and clad in black, scarlet and gold. He paused briefly to pick something off his coat, and cast me a disdainful look that let me know just precisely what he thought about some meager Earth scientist fucking one of His Imperial Majesty's most decorated veterans.

"Tiff, when you're done with the monkey we really do need to address the situation with the radio; it's just not working."

He then strutted away, fourteen hundred years' worth of breeding and bloodlines, death crafted into art and made flesh to guard the royal family. What I wouldn't give to just once see him break an ankle.

"Sebastian?" said Tiff quietly.

"Hmm?"

"You stopped."

"Oh. Sorry."

∗ ∗ ∗

The only way to live on Sferkkaa and not know who Draephus and his friends are is to be born deaf and blind and live your entire life in a cave. They are, quite frankly, the biggest thing on the planet, war heroes as well as musicians, making them almost god-like on a planet that venerates both. Out of all of Draephus' esteemed companions, I've only met one - his lover Raski. He's like a Chihuahua on speed. He makes me nervous and all I have to do is hear his name. He showed up here at the base once because he used to be a pilot stationed here. I like Raski, I do, but it's exhausting being around him. I don't know what he's like at home, but here, so close to the place where he was once injured so badly that he died and doctors had to drag him screaming back to life, he's an absolute hyper wreck. I can't be around him because he gives me an anxiety attack, and he hates me because I once scared the crap out of him.

In all fairness, Raski is beautiful. He's honestly one of the most gorgeous men I have ever seen. He's South Continental, so he has that striking black skin, and I do mean
black
. No shades of brown at all to warm it. Just hematite black layered over slate to form a color that looks like you could put your hand in it. His hair is black, too, gleaming silvery black, hanging in a long waterfall down his back. And that was how I first saw him: from the back, wearing his uniform, talking to Tiff.

"Oh Sebastian! There you are! I'd like you to meet Raski. He used to be stationed here."

So there I am, all pleased to have a chance to show off my fine Sferkkaan manners that I just learned, and Raski turns around and he's got these
FREAKY BLUE EYES THAT GLOW IN THE LOW LIGHT!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

I have since learned that the pale blue eyes are a logical adaptation to life in a jungle that is really quite dark. The human eye lens is smooth and... well... lens-like. The lens of the South Continent Sferkkaan is actually made up of tens of thousands little reflective surfaces that catch the light, refract and re-reflect it, and enable them to see better in the dark. Pale blue reflects light, whereas dark lenses would absorb the light. What this all boils down to is, stick Raski Jervyas in a dark room and his eyes will glow. Yay. Thanks for the warning, I almost crapped myself. So Raski went one way, I went another, both of us screaming for entirely different reasons, and there you go. One of the heroes on the planet personally hates me. So why do I care if Raski hates me? Well, that would be because Tiff's cousin Draephus is in love with Raski, and if there is a case of free-roaming Delayed Shock Syndrome on the planet, it's him. So Raski hates me, Draephus is insane, and we're going to visit them.

To use a popular North Continent teen expression: Grim. Totally grim.

"Why did I let you talk me into this?" I asked as we hiked along a path that, in two months, would be under water.

"I thought you wanted to learn about Faylans," said Tiff.

"I do but I don't want to end up
feeding
them."

"Draephus is a sweetheart. He wouldn't hurt anyone. He's just a little tightly wound."

I thought about the time I saw Draephus on the Sferkkaan version of a television. "So that time you and I were watching him on the Visual and he took a flying leap at a man's throat was just play."

Tiff laughed. "Sebastian, the man was claiming to have been at a battle Draephus personally survived. Old warriors tend to take exception to that sort of thing."

"All right, I can see his point," I said. "He's just a bit aggressive for my liking."

"He's a darling. You'll love him."

Famous last words.

Draephus' shack was not far from the base, but it still took a long time to cut your way through the jungle and reach it. In our case it was two hours, and the last thirty minutes of it was accompanied by Faylans screaming back and forth. Jungle security; nothing approaches that Draephus doesn't know about. All around were invisible sentinels, hiding in the trees, sounding warnings to one another. I hated that noise; it's a hellish sound, rising and falling like the tormented cries of Indian spirits echoing in a tomb. I had nightmares about that sound.

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