Dirge - Alan Dean Foster [34]
“Hi. I’m Tomea.” Reaching out, she took the extended truhand and shook it up and down. Joshumabad was impressed at how readily and easily Nilwengerex flowed with the gesture, which the representative quickly recognized as the most common human method of greeting. “It’s nice to meet you. I’ve heard Maman and her friends talking about you.” The doubly perforated organ located in the center of her face expanded and contracted several times. Following this, the corners of the flexible mouth curved upward and the jaws parted, exposing white teeth.
“You smell nice.”
“Tomea!” The voice was deeper than the girl’s, the tone agitated. “Tomea, where are y—?”
A subjective peroration split the air, startling Joshumabad who instinctively retreated several body lengths. Yeicurpilal did likewise, but Nilwengerex released the girl’s fingers and stepped back only reluctantly. Chances to study human larvae were rare. He had yet to encounter one that readily accepted contact.
The female who came running down the beach was not very large. The thin, loose folds of her single garment fluttered like bird wings around her slim body. Reaching the girl, she clutched her by the shoulder with a severity that stunned Joshumabad. Turning her away, the mature female lectured her offspring as they walked back the way they had come. Occasionally the adult human glanced back at the three motionless thranx as if fearing pursuit. Joshumabad could not be sure, but it appeared to him that the larva was protesting the intervention.
“Do they always treat their progeny so roughly?” The visiting representative watched the adult human march her young off the sand and back into the trees.
“Frequently.” Nilwengerex did not turn away until the two humans had been swallowed up by the palm grove. “It is a component of the naturally aggressive nature of the adults that is passed down to their brood. From my studies, it is clear to me that the humans themselves have little idea why they act in such a fashion, except that they always have.”
“It may be a reflection of the fact that among mammals the young do not go through a pupal stage where all they can do is passively listen and learn.” Yeicurpilal had evidently done ample reading and research on her own into the habits of these peculiar creatures.
“The break in the fence must be reported so it can be repaired.” Nilwengerex glanced again at the representative of the Grand Council. “Not to keep us from wandering beyond the restricted area, but to keep curious and potentially dangerous humans out. No one wants a repetition of the Amazon hive incident.”
“Certainly not I,” Joshumabad agreed with feeling. He turned back. “It is growing late, and I would rather not be caught outside the compound after dark. You two may be comfortable in the night of this world, but I am not.” Reflecting his agitation, his antennae bobbed and weaved aimlessly. “Yet despite such revelations, all reports indicate that those of you stationed here enjoy your contact with these humans.”
“They are all right,” Nilwengerex conceded. “They simply have a surplus of energy that they have never been able to channel properly. When our relations have become sufficiently close, it is hypothesized by those specialists concerned with such matters that we may be able to offer them some assistance in such matters.”
“If our relations become sufficiently close,” a brooding Joshumabad reminded him. “Too much energy, you say?”
“Not I,” Nilwengerex corrected him. “Our students of alien psychology. Though I would not dispute their assessment.”
“Chrri!k, at least it has done them well. They have advanced rapidly.”
Yeicurpilal had been silent for a while. Now she spoke anew. “Only technologically.”
Joshumabad eyed her curiously. “Your words are straightforward, but your gestures are circumspect. What else do you mean to say?”
The Grand Council’s second-in-command on Earth regarded the visitor evenly. “You saw the reaction of the adult to our interaction with the larva. It does not matter if juveniles are involved or not, or only adults, or specialists,