By Tim Sevenhuysen
Posted May 19, 2012
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Milly fished a few more Gortinawa seeds out of her pocket. “Actually yeah, I do have more,” she said, handing them over.
“I would ask how you came by them,” said the yeti, “but there isn’t time. I hear more of Dunter’s jets approaching. They will be here soon.”
“That’s some pretty incredible hearing,” said Milly.
The yeti shrugged. “You are Dunter’s enemies?”
Milly nodded. “He and Lady Libden kidnapped my parents, and they’re forcing them to build some kind of doomsday device.”
The yetis looked at each other and grunted. “You should come to our village. We may be able to help one another.”
“We should talk to our Captain,” Milly told the yetis.
“Very well,” they said. “But hurry. While you talk, we will hide your ship.” They quickly set to heaping snow over the Pelican with their dinner plate-sized paws.
Milly picked a shivering Overard up out of the snow and they headed back into the ship. Before they could speak, Tic interrupted them.
“We saw and heard on the viewscreen. They say the enemy of your enemy is your friend, so… I guess it’s worth a shot.”
Haglyn was hesitant, but submitted to the majority, merely nagging, “If those things rip my head off, it’ll be all your fault, Bolter.”
They hurriedly crammed some basic supplies—plus the water bottle full of Gortinawa seeds—into backpacks, then joined the yetis outside.
“Stay safe, Gal!” said Milly as they exited the side door.
“As you wish,” said the AI.
Tic rolled his eyes.
The yetis finished covering the ship. Haglyn’s GyroCart couldn’t handle the snow, so she left it behind and one of the yetis lifted her into its arms. They began trudging down the mountainside.
Night was falling.
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