he asked as they prepared to reboard the skimmer, “that there’s a lot more to the Parramati and their kusum than you’re telling me? You keep insisting that they’re different. Of course they’re different; they’re aboriginal aliens.” Both hands on the ladder built into the vehicle’s flank, she paused. “I’ve told you, Pulickel. I can’t quite put my finger on it. Sure their society is unique among organized seni groups, but it’s more than that. There’s an assurance, a contentment that you can’t find among the Eoluro or the Semisant, or even the Ophhlians. It’s easy to see but hard to quantify.” Effortlessly, she boarded the skimmer. He followed and settled himself into the passenger seat. “I think you may be making too much of them, Fawn. The Parramati may be different from other social groupings on Senisran, but they don’t strike me as particularly unique. Reactionary, yes, but not unique.” “I expect you’re right.” She powered up the skimmer’s engine.
