@herousanimarum ( for both! )Â
  Do not let the even lines fool you.Â
  The horizon of T’Khasi may be, to the casual viewer, flat and refined, not unlike its people. Deserts -- here, in Raal, the Voroth masutra. All of it reads in straight, red-orange lines, aqua waves. Twin suns cast long triangular shadows. In the shi’oren, in the sunken holes in the ground.Â
  But T’Khasi is not even. It was formed in tectonic activity, still suffers badly from such. This part of Raal is often earthquake-free, but tremors from far away can change lines against the horizon, can flatten and stretch or pull together and crumple often.Â
  During one of the designated rest periods, a Betazoid sits outside, in the dust, apart from her classmates, holding a weathered paperback over her face.Â
  Her face appears even and empty.Â
  Do not let the even lines fool you.Â
  Beneath the emptiness of her form is terror, white-hot, uncomfortable and clawing at and through her body. Today, there are new people here. Humans. New classmates. Their colors are muddled -- so many, and she wants to stare at them openly, read them all, but she is far too afraid. A Vulcan is talking to them now, and now there’s jealousy, dark, in her. Why would they speak to them, if they will not speak to her? Could they even speak Vuhlkansu?Â
