And then the fury came. The fury was red-hot, not white-hot, meaning it came from Zalla. Though angry, and she did tense up, she was at least capable enough to control her emotions enough to keep herself... alive.
She remembered the first time she'd gotten to go do some work on another planet. She hadn't felt near safe, she'd had a great time... she felt safer then than she felt now.
There were people and creatures out there who'd like to kill Zalla, because she was a blesser. Zalla would rather go and give them a kiss than to try and keep up with the long-legged time-bomb here.
I've heard of your temper...she thought, staring at Chrysth's back. and I'm not sure I want to meet it. What's wrong with you anyway? I know you have... problems, but you seem even more uptight than ever.
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