Reelin' In The Years

"How on Mechonis did she get here?"

"Well, not on Mechonis," Flora replied sweetly. "On Bionis, actually, and I walked."

"Just walked?"

Homs were sturdy, hardy things, and Minoth knew this from observation as much as from lived experience that their flesh was a magnificent type of oozing creature. They didn't just drink ether but were made of it, every molecule, and their appendicular systems often saw great variance in musculature.

He supposed, looking at Flora, that she could fit the description of one who'd traveled so far. If, that was, she traveled very slowly, with breaks at frequent and regular intervals.

Well, so maybe she was a clever little thing. That made enough brains for her and Addam to share.

He didn't actually know where many of the colonies on the Bionis sat. Colony 9 was on the lower leg, Colony 6 on the upper. Maybe one on each foot, a couple along the stomach - was that possible?

Regardless of his quibbles about how much it showed that he really knew (or, in other words, didn't know), Minoth was curious to see how this Homs woman would act when put face to face with a Machina.

Except, of course, that she was short even for a Homs, and he was even taller than Addam, wings included. Just looking at Addam standing behind her made Flora look positively tiny.

Too bad for Minoth that he wanted to stoop down to greet her, even so. Once she got done smoothing out some stray feathers, she approached him and offered her hand in greeting. It was small, and cool, and very strong.

"I can see why Addam likes you," she said with a mischievous smile, dimples alight.

Well. If Egil wanted a traitor, he had one. This was the life, right here.