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Aug. 5th, 2002 09:07 pmThe skies of Nebari are pale grey, clouds cross them like ink in water. The light is thin and deceptive, its weakness hiding the radiation carried from the bright sun and pale moons, rarely seen behind their cloud cover.
Underneath the skies are a billion small lights. The main oxygen producer on Nebari Prime is a family of single-celled, algae like plants that take in the sickly light and emit something bright and warm and almost harmless. Before cities and houses and walls, parents would soak their children's clothes in water thick as syrup until they glowed.
Skin gets more solid each day outside the womb, becoming matt and opaque. Adult Nebari do not die from radiation poisoning. It's only the chldren with their pale, translucent skin so thin you can tell veins and arteries apart from colour that have to wrap up against the sky.
Her skin was solid by the time she left, though Nerri's was still thin in places, low on his back, on the inside of his thighs and the soles of feet. She walked on Nebari with her head uncovered, skin showing on her shoulders, her midriff, her legs.
Out here, her skin offers no protection and the charcol markings of adulthood that gave her a currency to trade with are also bright and tempting to alien eyes, glowing arrows to her vulnerable places.
She doesn't bruise easily, but when she presses her hands on her hips she can feel the places that would be purpleblack if she had childskin, thin and transparent.
Underneath the skies are a billion small lights. The main oxygen producer on Nebari Prime is a family of single-celled, algae like plants that take in the sickly light and emit something bright and warm and almost harmless. Before cities and houses and walls, parents would soak their children's clothes in water thick as syrup until they glowed.
Skin gets more solid each day outside the womb, becoming matt and opaque. Adult Nebari do not die from radiation poisoning. It's only the chldren with their pale, translucent skin so thin you can tell veins and arteries apart from colour that have to wrap up against the sky.
Her skin was solid by the time she left, though Nerri's was still thin in places, low on his back, on the inside of his thighs and the soles of feet. She walked on Nebari with her head uncovered, skin showing on her shoulders, her midriff, her legs.
Out here, her skin offers no protection and the charcol markings of adulthood that gave her a currency to trade with are also bright and tempting to alien eyes, glowing arrows to her vulnerable places.
She doesn't bruise easily, but when she presses her hands on her hips she can feel the places that would be purpleblack if she had childskin, thin and transparent.
