12.30.07
First Meeting.
The person at the end of the dock turned to greet them. The Seven stared.
Imulu elbowed Hush. “I thought humans came in two kinds,” it hissed.
“Define ‘kinds’,” muttered Pirig. Imulu glared at it. “I’m serious,” Pirig said.
“It’s how they make more of ‘em, right? There are two kinds, and if you get one of each kind together and their parts fit right, and their plumbing works, they bake babies. Right?”
“Um,” said Hush.
Sigsig choked back a laugh. Nimur stalked over to the edge of the pier, looking like it’d rather be anywhere else. Urbarra and Ushum were studiously ignoring Imulu.
“Your point?” Nimur snapped.
Imulu waved its arms helplessly in the direction of the person, who looked amused. “Does … that look like either of the two kinds of human to you?”
Five sets of eyes looked in the direction Imulu was waving. Imulu stared at its siblings. Nimur stared at the sea they’d just crossed, looking cross itself.
A consternated silence fell.
That silence rapidly became an embarrassed one when Mordred said, in flawless Edini, “Welcome to the White Island.”
