“You make good use of Lira San’s lower gravity, Garazeb-ohl!”
The bulkier lasat kicked up his heels and gripped another sturdy branch, frightening the giant pink salamander which was occupying it. Zeb pushed off the branch and soared to the next limb, twenty five feet away.
He laughed. “Is that a polite way of saying I’m cheating, Billik-ohl?”
“I would never say such a thing to a holy conduit.” Billik bounded over Zeb’s back and sailed effortlessly over a leafy, sun-drenched canopy. His mirthful laughter resounded through the forest.
Zeb ascended the next tree top and shielded his eyes from the bright yellow-orange of Lira-San’s sky. They said he would get used to it in time, but there was many a day when he found himself missing Lasan’s pale lavender sky.
Zeb caught sight of Billik-The-Ashla-Chosen waiting for him, his long tail waving like a banner.
“I hope the Keepers have lunch ready!” He shouted. “I’m gonna be hungry when I beat you!”
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I didn’t use ‘keep reading’ because I figure this snippet isn’t that long.
just some of my ideas for Zeb’s experiences on his new home. Billik is providing a good visual of the lasat ‘rotating ankle’. I think lasat, even the big ones are very comfortable in trees.
