Glopotek strummed his flishu. Paraoyt shivered appreciatively, relaxing amid the purple foliage. Only one thing was missing.
“Louder, Glopy,” said Para. “Maybe no one can hear. And if not tonight, we’ll have to wait for the next cycle.”
The thought was unbearable. Glopotek and faithful Para had already waited too long.
Then it happened. Through the purple, now darkening in the setting suns, came Jroximm. Happily, the trio engaged, now assured of progeny.
“Louder, Glopy,” said Para. “Maybe no one can hear. And if not tonight, we’ll have to wait for the next cycle.”
The thought was unbearable. Glopotek and faithful Para had already waited too long.
Then it happened. Through the purple, now darkening in the setting suns, came Jroximm. Happily, the trio engaged, now assured of progeny.
