MG SFF : The Amber Key Feb 2, 2017 14:36:28 GMT -5
Post by sbk01 on Feb 2, 2017 14:36:28 GMT -5
If Gryph had to watch one more Expanded History holo about Earth and the collapse of tech, he was going to scream with horror. He let his virtual teacher jabber away while he slid on a metaskin and tucked his knife into his waist.
He was officially ungrounded as of tomorrow, but really, this sol was as good as over. He carried his boots and sneaked past his cousin Plei’s open office door. The glowing holo projections on the desk cast eerie shadows on her face and sparked off her pupils, making her look kind of alien. She chewed her lip while her fingers flew across the interface. Totally engrossed.
He was two meters from freedom when she called out. “If I let you go, can I trust that you won’t do something stupid?” Not so engrossed after all.
“Like what?” Dumb question.
She beat him to their tiny entryway. “You know what.”
He did know, but he shook his head because that’s what she wanted him to do. “I’m not going to get in trouble.”
“Why do you have your Ka-Bar, then?”
He’d deliberately worn a looser metaskin to hide the knife. Talk about observation skills. “So I don’t get into trouble.”
“A Ka-Bar is trouble.”
“Not if I need to cut myself free from vines.”
“So common on the running trails.”
“Just three times around the colony.”
“Like you need to run thirty k right now?” Plei glared at him. She took her guardian duties way too seriously.
“I’m so bored that I’m two chapters ahead in math. I’m going crazy. Twice around.”
“I told your instructor that I’d handle this.”
“Seven sols grounded for one climb on the wall?”
“After hours. No equipment. No instructor.” Plei put up fingers.
Adults got worked up over the smallest things. He could climb circles around the instructors but just because he was a kid, he wasn’t allowed on the wall unless he was tied-up like a puppet. “I’m twelve Earth years.” Earth years made him sound way older. “Old enough for free climbing.”
“Why are we talking about Earth years here? You’re six Eirene years.”
Gryph reached out and tugged at one of Plei’s loose curls, the way he used to when he was little. She made a disapproving sound but pulled him into a hug. “You know I have to watch out for you,” Plei said.
“Or else what?”
“Or else…” She gave him a look. She wasn’t willing to say it, but Gryph knew. Or else something might happen to him. Like it did to his sister Callie when she went on her first Far Side mission.
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