The ground is soft and I'm ready to dig

“It’s not that bad,” I said. “I’m sure you can bend down quickly if you need to.”

“Of course I can be quick,” Trrili grumbled. “What do you take me for?” She swiveled her head at an angle that mine could never manage, and she made a show of looking over the front of the store, probably hoping for an employee she could persuade to do her shopping for her. She made an interested noise, and I had no idea what she was focusing on with faceted eyes that could see most of the room at once.

“What?”

Trrili pointed with a pincher. “I thought that was an advertising about the meat of the week, but it’s a criminal portrait.”

“A what?” I followed where she was pointing, and saw a blurry photo of what looked like a green bird with text promising a reward if caught. “Huh. I don’t know that species.”

“I don’t think it’s a person,” Trrili said, sounding amused. “I think it’s an animal. Now who do we know who’s good with those?”

I gave her a look. “Are you hoping I’ll catch it so they’ll gather your snacks for you?”

“What a marvelous idea,” Trrili purred. “How clever of you to think of it. Go ask for details.” She nudged me forward with a folded pincher arm.

I shook my head, but I was laughing as I walked toward the checkout counter. “Fine, but you get to help.”

“Ask them if they want it alive.”

I pointed back at her. “No gory dismemberments in the store!”

Trrili flicked her antennae dismissively. “Not if you want to do it the inefficient way.”

The Manylegs working the counter looked understandingly concerned after overhearing. I folded into a crouch so I didn’t loom too much. “Hi. Sorry about that. What’s the story with that wanted poster over there?”

“Oh!” he said, twisting to look. He had employee decals along his back to show that he worked there: green circles on his dark brown carapace. All different shades in no discernible pattern. He faced me again and explained, “Someone misjudged a landing awhile back and damaged the fence, letting in a troublesome specimen of local fauna. It keeps stealing food. No one’s been able to catch it, so they finally let us put up a sign.”

“Is it fast?” I asked. “Or dangerous?”

“Fast yes, dangerous … eh, not really? Unless it pecks you in the eye. It’s good at that.”

Trrili’s voice asked from above me, “How much is the reward?”

The employee looked up at her (way up) and named a price that would cover plenty of snacks. Trrili haggled, because of course she did. My knees were starting to hurt, so I stood up and let her, taking the time to look around the spacious store. I certainly had a good view of the place.

One thing I noticed was a lot of green. Many of the products had green labels, like there was a branding takeover in action. Some of the display cases were green too, along with certain areas of the floor. And almost none of it matched. I’d thought this was a deliberate choice at first, but really it just looked careless. The kind of thing that would aggravate a detail-oriented individual to no end. Pea green, pea green, lime green, why.

Another employee scuttled past with mismatched stickers, and I wondered suddenly if they couldn’t actually tell the different shades of green apart. That would explain a lot. Including why they were having such trouble finding a green bird.

Trrili was asking if they wouldn’t mind just a little blood in the aisles (they would) when a flash of motion caught my eye. It wasn’t moving like a Manylegs did.

I whipped around and pointed. “Is that it?”

It saw me and froze, dropping the bag of whatever and pointing its narrow beak skyward like it was trying to blend in with a bunch of reeds. It was not standing among reeds. It was, however, standing in front of a display of folded green sunshades, which were actually pretty close in shape to this skinny bird. Its eyes stuck out on either side of its head, staring at me even in this pose, telegraphing you don’t see me with every bone in its goofy little body.

And the Manylegs couldn’t tell what I was pointing at. “Is what it?”

I laughed, pointing vigorously. “That right there! See the bag on the floor? By the sunshades?”

“Oh! Um, yesss? Is that it?”

“Trrili, you see it, right?”

“I sssee prrrey,” Trrili declared, antennae angled fiercely.

I flicked her mandibles with the kind of casual daring I wouldn’t have dreamed of when I’d first started work on our ship. “No. Bad. No blood in the aisles, and anyway I have a better idea. There’s another door over there, right?”

There was. And there was also a display of lacy-net-shawl-things that were both on sale and perfectly suited to a cartoonish trap. Trrili was on board, thankfully. I kept my eyes on the bird while I explained. It was still doing its best to blend in, not even moving a feather when a pair of Manylegs passed by without seeing it.

The employee wished us luck. Trrili vanished out the other door with a net (green of course), and moments later she appeared outside this door, standing just to the side of the sensor. She lay the netting down with her unfolded pincher arms under the edges. She clearly didn’t mind lowering herself to ground level for this, because this was honorable prey-catching. Even if the goal was a bloodless catch.

I thought, Silly solutions for silly problems, and walked very deliberately toward the bird.

It held position for a moment. I could see it breathing rapidly as I approached: the flightless wings tucked to its sides twitched while it kept its goggle-eyed attention on me.

I was starting to wonder if it would actually let me close enough to grab it when I stepped into range of the door sensor. In a flash, the bird grabbed its treasure — a little paper bag of crunchy snacks — and it bolted for the door almost too fast for me to follow.

But not too fast for a Mesmer. Trrili snapped the net upwards at exactly the right moment to tangle her quarry in it, and she hissed in victory as it thrashed. I hurried forward to make sure it didn’t hurt itself.

With a bit of awkward maneuvering, we managed to get the bird held in place without any injuries that I could see, though the bag ripped. The net held. A pair of small Manylegs came out of nowhere to pounce on the snacks that fell, to the sharp scolding of several adult voices. That part wasn’t our problem.

I spared a look for the fence, which wasn’t too far and was hopefully not too tall for Trrili. “Can you reach over that?”

“Close enough,” she said.

“Let’s do it.”

We both kept a hold of the mess of net, bird, and torn bag. I managed to keep the rest of the snacks from spilling out as we walked. When we got to the barrier, I appreciated the decorative patterns in what otherwise looked like regular chain link fence, and I eyed the dense greenery on the other side. Quite a cutoff between nature and tarmac.

Time to get this larcenous beastie back on the other side of it.

The bird held mostly still as I slid my hands free. Trrili didn’t give it a chance to escape, rearing up to place her forefeet high among the links and reaching her long pincher arms over the fence. The bird leapt straight into a bush the moment she let it.

“Woo!” I cheered as Trrili folded herself back into place beside me and the bird wiggled its way to the ground. A glance told me the bag of snacks was still among the netting. While Trrili detangled her pinchers, I plucked it out, tore it all the way open, and flung the snacks between the wires of the fence. The bird had earned them.

The bird and its three dozen cousins, as it turned out; those bushes exploded with little green beaky creatures who had just spotted free food. I stepped back in surprise.

Trrili laughed. “Admirable,” she said, folding the net into a tidy bundle. “Well, that worked out for everyone. Let’s go get our own prize.”

“Yeah, let’s,” I agreed. I followed her with a look back at the ruckus among the greenery. “It’s probably a good thing those can’t fly. Or climb.”

“I’m sure they’ll be keeping a close watch for any further security breaches. Best of luck to whoever has to deal with it when we’re not around.” Trrili sounded understandably smug.

I smiled. “You don’t think every random pair of customers will be ready to spot and catch feathery little thieves?”

“They should be so lucky. I certainly hope that the snacks at this establishment are worth all the effort.”

I watched several long necks poke through the fence to snap up the last few bits on this side. “Well they certainly seem to think so. Hopefully we do too.”

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“Huh? Oh! No, but I can see why you might think so.” I didn’t know if he’d heard a thirdhand reference to Robin Hood, or to the English word “robbing” (there wasn’t much similarity in everybody’s favorite trade language), but either way it was a reasonable assumption. I told him, “It’s a type of animal from my planet. A small avian.”

To my surprise, he laughed. “What are the odds? My name is a bird too.”

“Really? A triangle?” All the mental images I was coming up with belonged in a children’s educational show.

The Farsight nodded. “The Triangle-Tailed Glider. They like to perch up high with a good view, and their vision is exceptionally sharp.”

“Oh, nice! Robins are pretty little songbirds that migrate, and people like to say that seeing one is the first sign of springtime.”

Triangle made appreciative noises, then annoyed ones when something offscreen knocked his camera sideways. Apparently he was in a private office, not the cockpit of another ship.

“My apologies,” he said as he fixed the camera. “Not much desk space today.” With the new angle, I caught a glimpse of brightly colored little things in piles. They looked familiar.

“Are those dice?”

“Yes! You’re familiar? We make a variety of them, and I suspect the wrong type was packed in the shipment.”

“Ah.” That explained what Captain Sunlight had gone to check. I hoped we weren’t about to make a U-turn. “Well, they all look very nice.”

“Thank you! We’re very proud of them. I particularly like the newest line.” He picked up a bright rainbow-colored nugget and dropped it on the desk to demonstrate. To my surprise, it bounced in an unpredictable direction.

“Is that made of rubber?” I asked.

“Of course! Only the most unpredictable of dice for proper games of chaos.”

I leaned against the back of the empty chair. “That does sound appropriate. I’ve only used the more predictable kind.”

“These are endless fun; I recommend them. And not just because I sell them, of course.”

“Of course!” I smiled. “I’ve got some friends back home who’d probably be all over that.”

Triangle rolled another one, which was abruptly swatted out of sight by a blur of green fur that scattered everything. Triangle shooed the creature away with the frustrated air of cat owners everywhere.

I tried not to laugh. “I have one of those too! Is that your pet?”

Triangle sighed deeply. “Yes. He’s the brightest spark in my life, which occasionally burns things.” He ducked out of view and returned with what looked like a wiggly green ferret with an eagle’s beak. “Say hello, Trouble.”

“Aw, hi Trouble.” I waggled fingers at the screen while Trouble made himself at home on Triangle’s shoulders, curling up and snuggling close as if he hadn’t just made an utter mess. “Do you think he’d like to say hi to my pet through the screen?”

Triangle began sorting the dice back into piles, wearing his own pet like a scarf. “Why not? Worst case, he tackles the screen if your pet looks like prey. And I upgraded to the unbreakable model after last time. So sure!”

Captain Sunlight strode back in with a box; perfect timing. “Found it. Did you two have a nice talk?”

Wio crawled out from under the dashboard and answered for me. “Of course they did. To no one’s surprise, the human and the Farsight have everything in common. I’ll bet their pets would eat both their namesakes, given a chance.”

I was silent for a moment while I thought about it. Triangle did the same. We both said, “Yes, probably,” at the same time.

Captain Sunlight sounded amused when she said, “To no one’s surprise indeed. Well if I can interrupt the chat, I found the box you were worried about. I think it’s the correct one after all. Shall I open it to confirm?”

Triangle was visibly relieved, and eager to make sure. While the two of them were occupied with that, I stepped out and hurried to my quarters where a certain small furry predator was taking a nap among the ceiling pipes.

I’d set up a proper cat bed up there, after making sure it wasn’t radioactive or likely to make the pipes overheat. And I’d installed two more shelves to give her a safer route up. She’d only fallen on me the one time.

“Hello, small predator who would absolutely eat a robin if she could,” I said as I scooped up the sleepy cat. “Come say hi to your alien cousin.”

Telly protested a little, but didn’t really object as I carried her back down the hallway. I told her she was brave and resilient for making do with cat toys and my ankles instead of proper prey. Maybe I’d get some rubber dice, as much for her benefit as for any actual games with the rest of the crew.

~~~

Previous appearances of the Farsights:

Arboreal Species

The Good Perch

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“What was that for?!” Aang whined, rubbing his aching shoulder.

Toph scowled. “Don’t you ever do that again.”

“Do what!” Her shriek then came to mind, and Aang scrunched his nose. “Do you mean help you?”

“Yes! I’d rather get face full of fire than suddenly find myself who knows how high off the ground!”

“You were only high enough to clear the fireball,” Katara said placatingly. 

Toph groaned and dragged her hands down her face, pulling her lower eyelids down with her fingers. “And how am I supposed to know that?!”

“Ah…” Katara blushed and muttered an apology.

Sokka shook his head. “Okay, but regardless, I’d rather none of us end up with a face full of fire. So, Toph, let’s say thank you to Aang for saving your butt. And Aang, next time, just blow Toph over instead of up.”

Aang scratched his head sheepishly. “Yeah… suppose that makes more sense. Sorry Toph, I wasn’t thinking.”

Toph dramatically rolled her head around with her eyes, then punched Aang again, much, much softer. “Yeah, yeah, I know Twinkle-Toes. Thanks for the save.”

Some time later, after many adventures and new additions to their group, a similar situation happened again. Only this time, it was Zuko on the other side of Toph and the fireball heading for her. Now, one would expect a firebender wouldn’t be deterred by someone standing between him and incoming fire. However, Zuko was not the average firebender, and since traveling with them, he’d picked up a lot more airbending moves.

So Aang didn’t expect it, but ultimately wasn’t surprised when Zuko called out to Toph in warning and then sent her up over the fire with his heatbending. 

Toph yelped and cursed, but the skirmish continued without incident. 

Once they were back at their camp, Toph approached Zuko before Aang could step in.

“Hey, Pretty Boy,” she said, lightly punching his arm (since his shoulder was just out of reach for her). “Nice save.”

Zuko bumped her back with a huff. “Hardly, I really should have just bent the fire away, but I wasn’t thinking.”

Aang’s jaw dropped. He looked to Katara and Sokka to make sure they were seeing the same thing, but they weren’t actually paying attention. Fine, Aang would just have to stand up for himself!

“Hey! Why does he get thanks, but I got punch punched and yelled at when I did that?!”

They turned to him in surprise, not realizing they had an audience. Toph raised an eyebrow in confusion, then snorted as she remembered. 

“Oh, yeah, guess from your perspective it’s not any different.”

“What’s that supposed to mean!?”

Toph shrugged. “Exactly what I said, Twinkle-Toes, that it probably looks the same to you, at least I’m guessing so from your reaction. But they feel totally different. Your airbending felt like getting yanked off the ground and there was no way to gauge how high I went. But Pretty Boy’s airbending kinda feels like being picked up real quick or something like that.”

“It’s not airbending, Toph,” Zuko grumbled, for the hundredth time. 

She waved a hand in the air. “Same diff… Anyways.”

Toph reeled her arm back and punched Zuko’s arm hard enough to send him stumbling a few steps away.

“What was that for?” 

Toph grinned. “Equality for team morale.”