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2007-03-03 00:00:00 by Luana Borg
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by Luana Borg
Zhavey
Thesh put his little hand on my face, caressing it lightly with his fingertips. His eyes turning from my ones to my cheek, and back. Then, his antennae bent forward, touching my forehead and my temples, like small radars. I didn’t dare touching them, or make a single movement to not enter in contact with them: Andorians are very jealous of their antennae, and consider a deep offense when an outsider touches them. Thesh was just a four years old child, but... was that a difference?
Arithesh of Andor... “Where is your zhavey?” I asked, truly concerned that nobody had come to look for the little boy in the two past days. Thesh stopped his antennae for a moment; I could feel them tensing, just like his back muscles.
“Zhavey...” he murmured, looking into my eyes for just some seconds and then looking down at my chest, “Zhavey... is dead!” He finally screamed, bursting in a ocean of tears.
I tried to calm him down, holding him into my arms, caressing his head and temples. As his back was getting cold, I passed some warm water on it. It was like a soothing hug; he calmed down.
I kept washing his back, and keeping him on my chest, his little antennae playing with my face and neck again. One of them touched my lips, and impulsively I placed a small kiss on it. Stupid me! Thesh startled.
“I’m sorry,” I said, truly embarassed, “it was a mistake...” But the child didn’t get angry, nor pushed me away. He approached my face, instead, and placed a small kiss on my cheek. Totally unexpected.
I wanted to try again. Maybe I was getting him to trust me, maybe he was starting to consider me a friend... surely, the fact that he didn’t screw up for my touching his antennae meant something!
Thesh put his little hand on my face, caressing it lightly with his fingertips. His eyes turning from my ones to my cheek, and back. Then, his antennae bent forward, touching my forehead and my temples, like small radars. I didn’t dare touching them, or make a single movement to not enter in contact with them: Andorians are very jealous of their antennae, and consider a deep offense when an outsider touches them. Thesh was just a four years old child, but... was that a difference?
Arithesh of Andor... “Where is your zhavey?” I asked, truly concerned that nobody had come to look for the little boy in the two past days. Thesh stopped his antennae for a moment; I could feel them tensing, just like his back muscles.
“Zhavey...” he murmured, looking into my eyes for just some seconds and then looking down at my chest, “Zhavey... is dead!” He finally screamed, bursting in a ocean of tears.
I tried to calm him down, holding him into my arms, caressing his head and temples. As his back was getting cold, I passed some warm water on it. It was like a soothing hug; he calmed down.
I kept washing his back, and keeping him on my chest, his little antennae playing with my face and neck again. One of them touched my lips, and impulsively I placed a small kiss on it. Stupid me! Thesh startled.
“I’m sorry,” I said, truly embarassed, “it was a mistake...” But the child didn’t get angry, nor pushed me away. He approached my face, instead, and placed a small kiss on my cheek. Totally unexpected.
I wanted to try again. Maybe I was getting him to trust me, maybe he was starting to consider me a friend... surely, the fact that he didn’t screw up for my touching his antennae meant something!
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