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Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours to see
Now, logic was obviously not at the forefront of Arlette’s mind when she eloped with Oaxa. While the two had preserved an impressive number of seeds, tools, and fauna for transport on the alien’s ship, there was no practical means of taking her entire greenhouse aboard. Her choices had to be whittled down to the absolute essentials.
It was only about two hyperdimensions from earth when Oaxa cheerfully turned to her companion and said:
“It’s really impressive that you know how to grow these things in space!”
“E-eh?”
“Yeah, I mean, keeping them alive on the ship is already hard enough. And then you’re going to have to adjust to a whole new planet that likely has an ecosystem you’ve never experienced before. I can’t wait to see what you end up growing!”
Oh. Oh no.
“Crash-landing wasn’t a part of the plan, I assume?”
“Not ideally, no.”
The two observed the now-smoldering ship from a safe distance, both cradling what was left of Arlette’s original stock.
“I…I am sorry, Arlette. I didn’t want this to be the way that we started our life together.”
“Hey, remember when I said that I needed to find materials to build a greenhouse if we had any chance of growing stuff?”
“Yes, I remember. Why?”
Arlette kicked a splinter of shattered glass and laughed. “I think I just found our supply.”
Arlette trailed the pink of her lips against Oaxa’s mane, eliciting a hum from her companion. It was something akin to a moan, but buzzier in nature - low and frizzled at the edges, much like her companion’s neck fur. A warm shock of static electricity tinged her cheeks as she moved her mouth methodically. Breeze as light as the human’s touch ran through the embraced pair, the atmosphere of their planet of choice not far off from earth’s own.
“You know,” Oaxa whispered, tilting her neck deeper into Arlette’s mouth, “this was another thing my mother warned me about humans.”
“Oh?”
“...that they make you feel things you’re not supposed to feel.”
Arlette withdrew, concerned. “Oaxa, if we’re going too quickly…”
“Nothing like that!” she said suddenly, all six eyes wide. “It’s just…I wonder how many other things I’ve never felt.”
“We never named our new planet, you know.”
“Truthfully, I never thought of calling it anything other than what we already do.”
Oaxa twitched her antenna curiously. “We already call it something?”
“Yes. Home .”