Page 3 of Orange Town
Oh. Maybe he can understand me?
“My name is Brynn. Do you know where Earth is? I landed here I don’t know, maybe about two weeks ago, though it felt like years already. Zirc helped me when I crash land here, but he left me almost a week ago – “
He held his hand up, which I understood for me to stop. Good to know some things are universal.
He looked at me for a few seconds, placed his arm down, then said, “I did not know what language that was. It’s not in our auditory program. I’m sorry but I think I need to fix you.”
I had no time to react when he quickly drew something from that famous cloak of his and fired. I gasped and barely felt his arms around me as I fell. Whatever it was, it completely stunned me I immediately lost consciousness.
I woke up to something beside me and snuggled up to it. The pillows, strangely, still smelled like Zirc. Has he returned? Then I felt something throbbing behind my neck. I hope it’s not a migraine coming along. I will not be surprised if I get a migraine now because of stress. Unless I’m nearing my period? Though I knew it would be a long time before I had one because I have so many stressors in my life right now.
I slowly opened my eyes. The first thing that I noticed is the black leather cloak.
I bolted upright and inch backwards until I hit something solid. I instantly knew it was the man from earlier, and he was too close for comfort. I placed my hands on my knees and looked at him.
The guy is resting, lying beside me. His eyes closed. One arm behind his back, his muscles bunching. His other arm lay absently on his chest. His long legs crossed at his ankles. His tail lay dormant below his cloak, but I can see the end of his black tail just below his right leg.
His breathing is regular, like he’s still sleeping. How can he stay comfortable in that position? His face relaxed. He has a very smooth face, his color almost black. Unlike Zirc, this man is more classically handsome with his pronounced cheekbones, elegant thick eyebrows, and full lips. There is something regal about him. He will look comfortable in a ballroom. He reminds me of Simon Basset, the Duke of Hastings.
I looked outside. We are still in the lanai. Earlier he must have grabbed some pillows so now they are all around us, some on our head. I also noticed it’s darker now. How many hours have passed? Rarely are there any clouds on this planet. Everything is so bright. Aside from the two suns, they also have two moons. Though the nights are brighter like when I first landed on this planet but in this part of the planet, it’s darker. The moons are not too bright. It is relaxing to my eyes and makes me sleep faster.
I caught a glint of something metal beyond Roqs. There are some tools. One of them is loose from the holder. It’s the kind where there are small tools inside wrapped around a leather pouch. It has a leather binding, but I noticed one is out of place. And at the tip of that sharp tool, are traces of orange goo.
I placed a hand on the back of my neck. The throbbing is still there. I felt something wet.
When I drew my hand back, I saw some of the orange goo and some kind of dark orange tint to it.
I froze. Did he inject me with thatgoo?
I made a physical check. Nothing is throbbing in any part of my body. Except at the back of my neck. I suddenly remembered the same throbbing sensation when I first woke up on that alien ship.
What did this guy do to me?
I saw his eyes slowly open. Even his lashes are long like Zirc. Maybe it’s common on this planet? People I saw before in that town where almost everything is blue, do not have long lashes unlike Zirc and this guy.
He looked at me, and his face broke into a grin.
I was about to speak and thought it’s not worth it. He wouldn’t understand me. But I want him to know that what he did is not okay with me.
So, I settled for glaring at him.
Quick as a cat, he sat up Indian style. His arms lay loose on his knees. He was looking at me quizzically, like I’m a curious thing.
“How do you feel?”
I opened my mouth and closed. As if he can understand me.
I crossed my arms in front of me. I hope he understands with my body language that I’m pissed off at him.
“It’s okay.” he was looking at my face and slowly down my body. “You are safe. I tried to fix your auditory and speech sensors. And it’s fascinating that whoever did the first job, it was excellent. But it looked as if whoever did it, they suddenly cut the download rate off. Your speech translator is lacking, but the auditory is one hundred percent. I even downloaded some languages stored in your data bank. It’s very advanced.”
I do not know what he is talking about. It’s like he’s speaking in another language, though I can understand him.
“What’s your name?” he asked again.
Fine. That I think he can understand. “My name’s Brynn. Brynn Anderson.”
“Brynn Anderson. Where are you from?”
