That night the township celebrated. The siblings had never been to any town events, deeming it safer to keep to themselves. But after what happened, they could hardly say no.
Arronanto watched the towns people drink and dance and laugh. Normally, after a battle like this, he would join in. He would want to embrace life again. But not today. During a lull in the celebrations he took Drapaudi out to get some air.
She gazed up at the deep, black sky studded with millions of stars, and sighed, leaning her head against his shoulder. “I actually thought this place might be home for us,” she whispered mournfully.
Arronanto held his wife close to him. She shivered in the cool breeze. “It was home,” he replied. “For a time.”
For a while they just sat there enjoying the cool breeze and fresh air. Finally, Drapaudi spoke again. “How soon does Dennethom wish to leave?”
“As soon as Xien’s repaired the Aluen’s shields,” Arronanto replied.
Drapaudi turned to her husband. “Must it be so soon?”
Arronanto nodded his head. “It’ll only be a few weeks before word of this victory spreads around the galaxy. If we’re lucky, it will be a moon after that when Lossepharr hears about everything that happened here and decides to investigate. By that time, we need to be far away.”
“Wouldn’t it look more suspicious if we fled?”
Arronanto lifted his wife’s chin with a finger and looked into her eyes. “We can’t stay here Drapaudi.”
Drapaudi’s downcast brown eyes met his own yellow ones and she sighed. “I know.”