The Flowers That Bloom in the Spring

by Wolf Read

Men argue; Nature acts.

—Voltaire

Illustration by Wolf Read

“All right, let’s bag the thing!” Wildwind called. He grabbed the controls to the ATVs projectile weapon.

Angered, Annwn reached over and slapped his hands away. “How can you do that?”

Wildwind looked indignant. “It could be dangerous!”

“We’re here on an exploratory mission.”

“So?” He crossed his arms.

“So,” said Miranda, sitting behind the two arguers, managing the communications and navigation controls, “that means we’re supposed to determine things, not jump to conclusions.”

“Yeah, but how can we explore if some beast sucks us into its gullet!”

“That’s the risk we take, right?” said Annwn, becoming tired of the argument. “No shooting. Period.”

Wildwind looked at Kwazar, who wisely shrugged.

He sighed, giving in.

Annwn smiled inwardly. She liked to see Wildwind defeated.

A jarring report echoed from the front of the vehicle. Annwn found herself thrown into the dash as emergency airbags erupted throughout the compartment. The ballooning bags forced her back into her seat. Hissing quietly, the safety devices deflated.

“OK, what happened?” Annwn asked angrily, even though she already knew. The argument had distracted her, and she had let the vehicle hit something.

“We’ve smacked a rock, I believe,” came Miranda’s nervous reply.

“A rock?!” She felt bad, but couldn’t help her temper; so many things had gone wrong! “Why didn’t you warn me? And what happened to the proximity alert?”

Miranda, face partially hidden by limp airbags, looked unhappy. “The argument distracted me. I’m sorry.”

“Well, we’re all sorry now, aren’t we?” Annwn said, unable to help the harsh tones toward her friend. “Who’s going to fix the—”

“We’ve trouble!” called Wildwind as he grabbed the weapon’s controls.

“Now what? Hands off the gun!”

Wildwind slammed the trigger. THUMP!

Angered beyond speech, Annwn’s face heated up.

Wildwind calmly stared at his exterior display. “Dammit, I only winged—”

The impact shook the vehicle as if it were a frail bubble convulsing in the wind. Bulging inward, the right-hand wall shrieked the grating wail of abused metal, throwing built-in consoles and keypads into Wildwind’s lap while scattering debris across the floor.

Kwazar calmly said, “That beast is attacking our vehicle.”

“Shit!” Wildwind gave both the smashed computers and Annwn the evil eye. “I would have killed the thing earlier!” He threw wrecked consoles across the cab, some of which destructively collided with the navigation controls. Nearly struck by the missile, Miranda screamed.

Annwn unstrapped and moved toward Wildwind, balling her small right hand into a fist. “I’ve had enough of—”

The vehicle shuddered under another massive impact, flipping onto its side. Annwn fell into the wall to her left, which had become the floor. Heavy padding protected her from injury.

She heard Wildwind’s infuriating laugh.

Bang! What had been the floor folded inward, sending Wildwind’s chair into the ceiling now serving as a wall. The chair’s high top protected him, a great disappointment to Annwn. Behind Wildwind, she could see Miranda holding the seat-rails tightly, her face a mask of fear. Kwazar looked disturbingly calm. His apathy left Annwn very frustrated. He seemed to be calmly waiting for the inevitable.

Why not? she realized. It’s happened many times before…

With yet another ear-ringing crash, Wildwind’s seat buckled as the floor caved inward. He unstrapped and dropped next to a sprawling Annwn. Looking down, he said, “Let me get a hand weapon. We’ve got to do something.” He looked unhappy at having to ask permission. Good, she thought. Let him squirm.

“No. This beast will lose interest soon enough.”

“Right,” he said sarcastically. “We don’t know what the animal will do.” He turned around and walked toward the rear, ducking under the bent seat.

Enraged at his lack of respect for her authority, she launched herself toward his feet. He lost balance as she wrapped her long arms around his ankle. Falling forward, he landed close to the small-arms locker. With a stretch, he had the door open. “Ha!” he said as he reached for a pistol.

Annwn stood up, intending to walk over him and grab the handgun. The creature, whatever it was—she never even bothered to look, assuming that it was an overgrown hallucihexadon, or a monopouncer—had other tilings in mind, and slammed into the vehicle again. Behind her, the windshield crashed inward, mashing the seat she had occupied. The shock pushed her to the “floor.” She cried out in rage.

Wildwind tried the rear-hatch controls. The mechanism had failed. “Damn!” he called out, giving the door a hard kick. “I’ll shoot the thing open!” He pointed his gun at the switch—

Annwn yelled, “No!” and grabbed a piece of debris to throw at his hand—

Kwazar, deciding not to risk being hit, pushed the quick release on his safety harness in a vain attempt to stop her—

Miranda sat still, her black hair highlighting a confused face—

With an earthquake-like jolt, the vehicle floated through the air. Annwn didn’t think a creature existed on Elara that could lift the vehicle so far with a single hit. The only possibility would be—she shuddered and grabbed the nearest seat, which happened to be Miranda’s. Miranda gave her a panicked stare that seemed to say, “Why?”

Miranda’s expression made her feel bad, but she couldn’t comfort her, not now anyway.

A jarring impact coursed through the vehicle. Annwn felt herself being pressed forcefully into the floor. A wash of water chilled her legs, and slithered across her cheek.

“Oh, no!” she said. They had landed in a lake or something, and the ATV’s seals had been broken by the Elaran creature! Sinking fast! She tried to stand up, but the water forced her down, surging above her bony knees. Wildwind furiously banged on the door with his strong fists. He must have dropped the gun during the fall.

The scene froze, and dissolved.

Annwn’s vision focused on the multitude of monitors embedded in the learning console before her. She wanted desperately to leave. She had been in charge, and therefore most of the ruckus had been her responsibility.

“I see,” said Teacher, with an irritated voice that seemed to emanate from nowhere in particular, “that you haven’t learned much since the last sim.”

Annwn nodded solemnly, regretting her actions. But I couldn't help it, she wanted to cry out loud. That stupid Wildwind was to blame! She held silent, for she knew Teacher would not be tolerant of “outbursts. ” Artificial intelligences were good at being firm.

“You all failed.”

“Failed?” cried Wildwind from his spot behind her.

“Yes, due to an inability to settle petty differences, the entire mission ended—how should I put it?— rather abruptly. No single action that I witnessed suggested that any of you are ready for the task of living on an alien world.”

“Yeah,” replied Wildwind, “but Bode’s not Elara. Bode’s real!”

“Quiet!” Teacher paused. “Elara has been used effectively by generations of colonists. Elara is probably the most detailed life-bearing planet training module ever created. Nothing else has worked as well. And whether or not Elara is real is beside the point. You can still learn from the sim, and none of you seem to be doing so.”

Annwn felt bad at those words. She always liked to think of herself as a reasonably intelligent girl, and to have Teacher suggest otherwise shook her confidence.

“What really disappoints me is that your demonstrated learning abilities show me that you are capable of pulling things together. Think about what happened today and ask yourselves what went wrong. What can you change to handle the situation more effectively next time? I’m not here to be your guide forever—you need to learn how to cooperate with each other on your own. This is not a suggestion. It’s a task. We will discuss what you’ve discovered tomorrow.”

Annwn sighed.

“Now, before you go, you should also be aware of some homework I’ve assigned, a few extra lessons on Bode. We’re getting close to our destination, and considering your behavior during the Elara sim, you will have to catch up somehow. The relevant tutorials will be on your terminals at home.”

When, Annwn thought, will the workload end? She quickly looked around. The others, especially Wildwind, appeared no happier than she.

Everyone waited in silence for a few moments.

“That's it. You can go.”

“Yes!” exclaimed Wildwind as he jumped from his terminal and rushed from the room.

Annwn, quietly thinking about her assignments, left after Wildwind.

“I’m caught up on my homework,” said Annwn with both pride and relief. Fortunately the “think about your actions” lesson was easy, only consuming a couple of minutes.

“Ah, good,” said her father, still looking unhappy. He had been in a bad mood ever since Teacher told him about her fight in class. Annwn recalled that Teacher’s tendency to report all events to her student’s parents produced a number of nicknames among the boys, including, but certainly not limited to, “Tattler” and “Traitor.”

She took a bite out of the processed something that resembled a dinner of poultry. She usually called it “wax slab o’ protein,” referring to the time, when very young, she decided a candle was candy. The moderate chickeny flavor the dinner had kept her chewing, but left her sorely missing the fresh food of California. Starship life was a bore! Fortunately, all the things she despised about starflight would change when they reached Bode.

“And what did we learn today?” her father asked, between bites of his own sterile meal.

“Well, not as much as you’ve already told me. You know, Bode lessons.”

“So you’re covering the plants?” he asked, reflecting his deep interest in botany, a part of her father that she enjoyed.

“Yes. Two whole lessons.”

Her mother looked worried. “Aren’t they poisonous?”

“Sure are,” replied Annwn. “That was the main topic today. We can’t eat any, save for a few, and those exceptions are only edible if they are prepared correctly.”

“Keep that in mind when we get there.”

Annwn nodded, taking small bites from her food.

Looking hopeful, she asked, “Mom, since I’m done with my homework, is it OK if I go to the shuttle with my friends?”

Her mother looked agreeable, but her father spoke up before she said anything. “There’s the matter of what happened in class today, Amber.”

Annwn hated it when her father used her given name. Certainly her own choice was much more imaginative. Knowing she was not on the best terms with her parents, she said nothing about it. “I know. I overreacted. But Wildwind can get intolerable.”

“Yes, Dell gets a little carried away,” her father said. “But that does not excuse you.”

“It won’t happen again,” she said with determination, not all of which was mock. Failing to accomplish much during the Elara sims seemed a little ridiculous to her. But her friends’ happy-go-lucky approach to assigned tasks was frightfully contagious.

Her father rubbed his chin, “Haven’t I heard that before?”

Annwn looked guilty, lowering her eyes to the half-eaten meal in front of her. “I promise,” she said gently. “I’ll do my best.”

“You’ll do more than your best. You’ll behave.” Her father paused, apparently thinking on the topic a little more. “You can go. However, such behavior had better not happen again, or your shuttle visits will end.”

“Thanks!” She smiled.

“Yes, well, I might suggest you discuss with your friends how you guys can work together.”

Thinking about all the upcoming fun, Annwn barely heard her father's comment. She stood up to leave.

“Those shuttle visits are becoming quite regular, aren’t they?” her mother asked as she took her first step from the table. “You’re sure it’s OK?”

Turning around, Annwn said, “Yes, Mom. We asked the engineer. He said as long as we kept the shuttle doors open and stayed out of the bridge, we could use the shuttle for our SCA stuff. We’re always careful.”

“Those shuttles are powerful machines, and I don’t want you getting hurt.”

“We won’t get hurt.”

She gave Annwn her serious “I’m concerned about your welfare” look. “Just be careful.”

“No problem. ” Annwn turned and walked briskly from the table, happy to be heading away to her hideout, the shuttle. She always felt free away from her parents.

“And don’t be late for sleep,” called her mother.

“Yes, Milady. Please stand aside as I defend your honor against the evil and most sinister of black knights.” Annwn smiled and stepped back, sitting in one of the few acceleration chairs available in the shuttle’s small secondary cargo bay. Daytime crew were fitting the primary bay for their descent to Bode, their efforts hidden behind securely locked doors, so Annwn and her companions could no longer play inside the larger space.

Kwazar turned around and moved toward Wildwind, who was dressed rather menacingly as the Black Knight. Kwazar’s makeshift armor squeaked and clanked with his strides. He held his bamboo sword ready—the Society for Creative Anachronism might frown on such weapons material, but they hadn’t been able to find rattan locally.

Miranda stood between them, looking small and frail by comparison. She held a staff ready, keeping the knights in check by holding the long pole between them. As Marshall, she made sure the warriors fought honorably.

“Come, Black Knight,” chided “Sir” Kwazar, “fight, or run away like some mere pansy!”

“Pansy, you called me!” echoed Wildwind’s deep voice from the black can that served as his “helmet.” He had somehow managed to sneak into the machine shop and weld small horns on each side. “No one calls the Black Knight a pansy and gets away alive!” Wildwind readied his sword and stepped forward. “None shall pass,” he said, carrying on a sickly cliche tradition that had persisted since nearly the beginning of the SCA in the twentieth century.

Annwn preferred these times to all others with her friends. Wildwind was actually tolerable during their playacting, and at actual SCA events, as if he somehow left a piece of himself behind. Though she wasn’t all that sure about her assessment, since only one actual SCA event had been held on ship, right at the beginning of their trip, just before sleep. Maybe the cryogenics changed him… but probably not, for he still acted decent during their play events. Kwazar, always being nice—sometimes too nice—contrasted sharply with Wildwind, and the friendship between the two boys amazed her. Despite his niceness, Kwazar made a great knight. While the boys thought in terms of armor, she and Miranda liked to dress period-style, putting on vast layers of garb, draping their bodies in heavy cloaks. Currently she wore her favorite azure knee-length tunic, with a trim of glittering argent, dark gray trousers, her heaviest gray cloak, and a sable belt around her waist, with the long tip hanging to her lightly shod feet.

“Begin!” said Miranda, pulling up her staff and stepping away from the armor-clad warriors.

Circling each other, the two knights readied their shields.

“I'm waiting, pansy,” taunted Kwazar.

“I’ll impale your helmet into the wall.” Wildwind laughed a sinister chuckle, “Bwa-ha-ha-ha!”

Opportunity at hand, Kwazar swung his bamboo weapon in an arc toward Wildwind’s head. Wildwind quickly blocked the blow with his aluminum shield and swung for Kwazar’s thigh, only to have his attack also blocked with a shield. Kwazar recovered his sword and swung fast, smashing the bamboo against Wildwind’s shield, fracturing the precious weapon.

Both knights fell, toppling Miranda. Surprised by the knights’ collapse, she gasped.

Annwn’s chair shuddered, much too strongly to have been from their fall. “What’s happening?” she demanded. Only a nearby shuttle launch would have produced such shaking— and none of the local shuttles were fully prepared for descent.

The voice of Teacher filled the room, “There’s an emergency. Strap in. You’re going for a flight.”

Confused, Miranda and the two knights slowly made their way to vacant chairs.

“What’s happening?” Annwn asked again as she buckled herself into the seat.

“Barnard’s Star has produced an unusually strong flare, threatening Atlantica. Fortunately we’re close to Bode.”

Close? she,thought. That’s right, Teacher said—

Miranda, surprised by Teacher’s words, said, “But Barnard’s Star is not a flare star!”

“Yes, astronomers have not detected any strong flare activity on Barnard’s Star. Until now.”

“But isn’t the Atlantica shielded?”

“The magnetic shielding for interstellar flight was shut down to allow passage for a number of emissary shuttles launched some hours ago. Restarting the field in time to protect the crew from the large dose of incoming radiation is not possible, as parts of it have been dismantled for maintenance. You are better off on the surface of Bode, where there's a strong planetary magnetic field and a deep atmosphere to protect you.”

The shuttle access door closed with the thunk of magna-locks.

Cut off from her parents, Annwn felt a surge of fear. “No!” she cried, “What about Mom and Dad? What’s happening with them?”

The shuttle engines fired full, producing a body-shuddering roar. Through the open bridge door, she could see out a hemispherical window up front. Silently, the outer bay doors split apart, unveiling a widening tapestry of bright stars. Her jaw dropped. They were going for a ride, and it was for real, not a sim.

High gravity pressed Annwn firmly into her chair as the craft erupted from the bay and into the black void. Harnesses pulled forcefully down on her chest, restricting her nervous breathing, and she grew dizzy as the acceleration pinned every extremity into place. Bright, blinding flashes seared through the windows, causing the panes to temporarily darken. A loud clang followed, and the shuttle cartwheeled, making Annwn’s stomach turn. The interior lights blacked out. Brightly lit consoles flickered. The drives continued firing, and she saw a sharp crescent swing into view, blue-white and glowing, almost friendly.

Annwn stared out the window, watching the world below. Bode’s curved edge expanded rapidly, showing spiraling storms hugging a deep blue ocean. Quickly outgrowing the window frame, the planet’s rim became lost and she could only see clouds, flickering with lightning where the foam-like bands streaked across the terminator.

Out of the corner of her eyes she saw her friends, all, like her, sitting stiffly in their seats. She felt a little sorry for the two in the heavy armor— wearing those bulky metal plates got painful after awhile.

The windows darkened, and the vehicle shuddered. A vast force pushed her into the chair, one that steadily increased until she could bear her own weight no longer….

“Shit,” Wildwind said, “we’re really in a fix now. ”

“Hush,” replied Miranda, “cursing will get us nowhere.” She added fearfully, “What are we going to do?”

“Wait here, 1 guess,” he replied. “What else is there to do?”

“I… I don’t know. I don’t like being stuck here.” Miranda sounded worried.

“Well, neither do I! But we’re here, so we may as well get used to it. Until the rescue arrives, that is.”

“I hope they get here soon.”

“Look,” said Kwazar, gazing in Annwn’s direction, “Annwn is awake. We can ask her opinion of our situation now.”

Everyone carefully walked over to her, crossing a tilted and buckled floor. Wildwind stayed in the rear.

Annwn rubbed her eyes, remembering, with a start, the events that led to her being strapped into one of the shuttle’s chairs. “What’s the story?” she asked, tiredly.

“Crash landed,” added Kwazar.

“What?!” His answer finished the waking process.

“Yep,” said Wildwind, “the shuttle is as dead as any dinosaur. The beacon to signal our location even seems to have bought the big one.”

“Where do you get those phrases?” replied Kwazar, smiling a little.

Wildwind grinned and winked, but said nothing.

Miranda seemed frightened by Wildwind’s harsh appraisal of the situation. Annwn said, “Look, Wildwind, this is serious.”

He glared at her. “So?”

She sighed. “We need to prepare for this situation, not frighten people!”

“Hey, I’m just facing facts!”

“Face them in a nicer manner!” Wildwind, about to retort, was cut off by Kwazar’s prudent interjection, “So we’re lost, right?”

Annwn paused. Wildwind looked away, arms crossed.

“Yes, thanks Kwazar.” Fears welled up. What happened to Atlantica? Where are her folks? Could they be… ? No, she didn’t want to think about that. Not ever.

Apparently having thoughts similar to hers, her three companions remained quiet. She looked around, noticing that the boys had taken off their armor and were now wearing their backup gray tunics, capes and sweats. Behind the standing figures, she could see that the shuttle’s bay door had broken open, letting sunlight stream into the dark interior.

She didn’t like the fears lingering in her mind. Releasing her straps, she stood up and swayed as blood rushed from her head. Her neck hurt, probably from being held at an angle so long while she—what? Slept? Fainted?

Miranda said quietly, “Our situation doesn’t seem very good, does it?” For the first time Annwn saw Miranda on the verge of crying. But, then, the problem they now faced was different. Real. Not Elara sims.

Annwn, unwilling to lie to Miranda, said, “No, it’s not good. I think we only have one choice in the matter.” She grabbed Miranda’s hand to help assure her. “But it does not mean things will remain bad.”

“What’s that choice?” asked Wildwind, in acid tones suggesting he had anticipated her answer.

Here we go again, thought Annwn. Out of the SCA and back to his old self. Why?

She looked into Wildwind’s eye. “We’re going to have to hike to the colony. ”

“Wait a minute, there,” he replied, “Tattler even told us that if we ever became lost, we should stay put.”

“Her name is ‘Teacher'!”

Glaring at her, he said, “1 say it’s ‘Tattler.’”

She glared back. Not wanting to constantly argue over trivialities, she said, “Anyway, I agree with your assessment.”

Wildwind smiled. “Well, good.”

Enjoying her trick, she finally added, “Except, ex-cept,” she emphasized the two syllables, savoring Wildwind’s worsening frown, “in our current situation. It’s different.”

Irritated, Wildwind asked, “How so?”

“Because we are on an alien planet where there are only a few people living in a single, small colony. They won't have many search parties. We're on our own.”

“They have satellites?” he retorted.

“Good point, but not good enough,” replied Miranda, who seemed to be getting over her initial worry. '“First, satellites are few. This isn't Earth. Second, that flare could have fried everything in orbit, meaning all satellites.”

“Also, it seems to me,” said Annwn, gaining momentum from Miranda’s support, “that, if there are many pods on Bode, it only compounds our situation. The search parties are going to find the survivors with working beacons first. We’ll be last, and that’s if anyone knows that our shuttle launched.”

“OK,” said Wildwind. ‘maybe we’re the only ones who fell. What then?”

“I doubt it,” retorted Kwazar. “We d like to think the Atlantica's OK, but those bright flashes we saw say otherwise. I bet the ship s gone, and—”

“Enough!” interjected Annwn. She didn’t want to hear the words. “We’re walking. Period.” The urgency in her voice surprised her. Something about Bode disturbed her, but she couldn’t remember what.

“OK!” retorted Wildwind yet again, angry that everyone was teaming against him. “Walking where? Where are we?”

His point stopped Annwn cold.

Wildwind smiled in satisfaction.

Miranda broke the silence. “I can answer that.” She considered Wildwind's questions, holding her hand to her chin. “Maybe.”

Exasperated. Wildwind turned to her with his jaw agape. “How?”

Miranda glanced outside, staring at sunlight gaining a hint of orange, and at a range of mountains that added a wavy ochre line along the horizon. “It’s nearing evening. I’ll show you when it’s dark.”

“Yeah, right,” said Wildwind sarcastically.

“Just you wait and see.” Miranda turned her back to him and gazed out the open door.

Annwn quickly recovered her lost momentum. “Waiting until evening gives us time to check our supplies. What kind of food do we have? And how can we move it?”

“We haven’t looked yet,” replied Kwazar.

“Well, now we have something to do. Where's the emergency food located at? In the bridge?”

“I can answer that,” answered Miranda, smug in her knowledge of spaceships.

“Somehow, I’m not surprised,” said Wildwind dryly.

“Well, tell us then,” said Annwn.

“OK. There is some in the bridge, and some under the floor hatch over there, and…”

Annwn, happy to see Miranda’s mood improved since she had just awakened, smiled despite her own fear about their predicament. It seemed as if getting Miranda s mind on survival helped her cope with her worries about the situation. Did Teacher suggest this once?

“There we go. Orion!” Smiling gleefully, Miranda pointed at the constellation glittering in the cold, black sky.

Annwn looked up along with the others. She found the sight confusing. The group of suns looked like Orion, but a very bright star added another dot to the belt, making a kink in the otherwise straight line.

Miranda laughed. “You all look confused. That extra star is the Sun! That’s where we are from!”

“Our Sun’s that bright?” asked Annwn.

“Yes. Sol isn’t average, Sol’s above average—the fourth brightest star in a radius of about fifteen light-years. Look at her shine!”

Annwn stared, silenced by the wonder. How strange to think of all the billions of people orbiting that mere point of light. The colonies on the Moon, Mars, and Callisto, filled with people, so familiar to her—she clearly remembered seeing the jewellike glow of cities on the Moon from her home in California—were hidden from sight. Even the huge, audaciously bright nexuses on the Earth were lost, shrouded by vast distance. She couldn’t see a single hint that anything of significance existed around the white dot that passed for her home Sun. She simply gazed upon a tiny fleck, silent, barely twinkling, one of thousands in the sky. Six light-years away and looking at home. So far. So alone.

“And just think,” said Miranda, “anybody looking in this direction couldn’t see the star we orbit, Barnard’s, not with the naked eye anyway. Much too dim.”

Her statement had a disturbing significance to Annwn. An old phrase, “Out of sight, out of mind” came to her, and she shivered. The thought left her feeling deeply lost, insignificant. Would they ever get rescued?

“OK,” said Wildwind, “this astronomy stuff is all neat, but how’s it going to help us? You brought us out here for a purpose, right?”

“Yes,” said Miranda, “I did. You are looking at it.”

“Orion?” Wildwind sounded skeptical.

“Um-hm. I asked Teacher to show me how to calculate where the Sun would reside in the sky. I also learned that Orion is a constellation that can only be seen in the northern hemisphere of Bode.”

“Ah,” replied Kwazar, “so we know what hemisphere we’re in.”

Miranda nodded excitedly.

“Which places us quite accurately,” he continued, “for only one large landmass occupies the north half of Bode.”

“And,” added Annwn, uplifted by the latest news, “the colony is on that large peninsula of land, on the west coast, beyond the mountains.” She pointed in the direction Barnard had set, her feeling of isolation diminishing.

“Yes,” Miranda said. “Our situation is not as bad as it seems.”

“Yeah,” replied Wildwind, “but I bet it’s a long walk.”

Miranda looked at him, frowning. “True. The coastal range over there is at least one hundred kilometers to cross—and that doesn’t count traversing the plain we’re on.”

“That’s weeks, maybe a month! Can we even do it?”

“Look at it this way,” Annwn said, “you can stay here, being cooked alive daily by the sun, bored, and alone, or,” she slowly emphasized the word, “go on a hike to the mountains, and eventually reach the colony, with us.”

Wildwind glanced at Kwazar and Miranda. The two nodded. “We need to stay together,” Kwazar said. Miranda looked expectant.

Wildwind gave Annwn’s words more thought, the strain showing clearly on his face. He finally said, “OK… OK, I’m convinced. I’m going.”

“Great!” replied Annwn, “then I guess we get moving in the morning. We don't have enough food to dawdle.” She felt good at convincing Wildwind to stay with them, seeing it as a small victory. Maybe things would go right for a change.

After some sleep, maybe even the standard eight to twelve hours, Bode’s disconcertingly long night irritated Annwn. Along with everyone else on Atlantica, she had been adjusting her sleep cycles to Bode, a process that she had difficulty with even at the beginning. Now trying to deal with the real thing, getting used to twenty-two-hour nights seemed an unreachable goal.

Sleeping next to her, Miranda moved about restlessly, occasionally mumbling items from dreams. Annwn wished she could help her friend's worries more, yet didn’t know what to do. She sighed.

She wondered whether they should be hiking right now, instead of resting—their time, she felt, was short. However, the others had acclimated to Bode’s days much better than she, and Annwn did not see any wisdom in having anyone else overly tired on account of her. Rest might slow them down initially, but would help when things became difficult, like during their future mountain climb.

Were they even ready for the journey? She mentally checked over their supplies. They had enough food to last roughly two Earth weeks, equal to about seven days on Bode, if they were somewhat sparing. Water was less portable: they couldn’t haul two weeks worth, certainly. Fortunately, they had found some filtration devices which they could use on local streams. Since they’d be heading into the mountains, she was sure they’d find some water. They just needed to survive the long trek across the volcanic plain where, unfortunately, the shuttle had crashed.

They had also found a large wheeled cart. By laying the cart back on its four trucks, and tying some nylon leads to the handle, they converted the device into a wheeled “sled.” The many supplies they required, including two tents, a chemical heater, first aid kits, and their four sleeping bags, couldn’t be moved without the sturdy, roomy cart.

Hauling the sled across the rough plain would be an arduous task. Everyone would have to take turns pulling, two by two.

She stared out the open door, looking at the stars. Orion glowed vividly, showing Sol with uncaring, seemingly taunting, abandon.

What secrets did this unfamiliar world, Bode, contain? What sinister fact kept eluding her consciousness, something she had known once, but could no longer remember? She wished the sims had not been about Elara, but of Bode. Such wasn’t the case, as Teacher had often said to her frequent questions, for Bode was little known—certainly enough of an unknown to be unusable for good survival practice. Basically, Elara had many more tricks.

Growing tired, she drifted off, her uncertainties mocking her, forgotten ideas flirting with her consciousness, insisting she stay awake….

Digging through the small scattering of debris left on the bent shuttle floor, she noticed that the large storage bay door had cracked open during the crash landing. A whimpering sound emanated from the narrow opening. She looked inside. After her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she saw luxurious animal pens. “So that’s what they were doing,” she whispered to herself. The crew had been preparing the shuttle as a transport for the few pets that had been taken on the interstellar voyage. Most species useful to humans had their genomes frozen for future cloning, she knew, an efficient method of transport. Yet some people couldn’t part with the animals they owned, and had their companions brought along.

The paddocks contained a collection of limp forms which she realized were the dead bodies of canines. Refusing to see the horror, she turned from the corpses, thanking the gods silently for the dark room, and for her own survival in a crash that obviously could have been lethal. She saw the puppy as she looked away, just as the tiny fuzzface saw her. With a sustained series of whines, the little blue-eyed mammal waddled over to her and dropped on her feet. His furry gray body quickly warmed her toes.

Considering the terrible shock the pup must have sustained from the death of his comrades, her heart opened to him. “Oh, you poor puppy!” She reached down and picked him up. He whined in delight, and when she held him up to her face, he warmed her cheek with a tiny, red tongue. She held him tight, enjoying his warmth and softness.

“Hey,” Wildwind irritatedly called, “what’s taking you so long in there? We don’t, as you said, have enough food to last forever!”

The puppy cringed from the loud voice, pulling back his fuzzy pointed ears and letting out a little questioning whine.

“OK! OK!” Annwn gratefully stepped away from the lifeless forms lying inside the dark pens. Not wanting Wildwind to order her around, she chose a slow walk. Trampling cautiously across the debris-covered bay, she stepped out into the warm midmorning sun.

At the sight of the puppy, Wildwind asked, “What’s that?”

“Xavier,” explained Annwn.

He looked angry. “We can't take him. We don’t have the food.”

Shocked at his words, Annwn said, “We can too! And I am going to take him, no matter what.” Xavier gently licked her hands.

“How are we going to feed him? We’ve barely enough for ourselves.”

“How can you leave him?” She held out the loving puppy for everyone to see. “Would you want to be responsible for his death? A slow, torturous one by starvation?”

Both Kwazar and Miranda smiled at the little canine, but refrained from saying anything. Annwn understood that they did not want to add to a potentially volatile situation, but was disappointed by their neutrality.

Wildwind, unconvinced, said, “I don’t want to die because of some stupid puppy. He’s not getting any of my food.”

Annwn grew angry at him. “I’ll give him part of my share, OK? Is that good enough for you?”

“Fine then.” Wildwind turned away, grabbing the lead of the makeshift sled. “It’s your damn stomach.”

“Sure are many different plants,” commented Kwazar as they trudged along the broken rock, slowly dragging the cart over the rough terrain.

Annwn recognized his sarcasm. “Right. One. The same old agave-like weed that appears to prefer cracks in the rock.” Her shoulder hurt. She adjusted the rope that connected her to the cart.

Kwazar smiled. “You think there’d be a few more.”

“Maybe most of the plants only grow in the spring.” For some reason, her words were bothersome, but she let the feeling go.

Miranda ran ahead of them, watching the large, very bright disk of Bode’s sun. “Here we go!”

The entire landscape darkened, as if a shadow of some great thing passed over them. The sky shifted from indigo to black, and stars glowed brightly. She looked up and saw that a very great thing really was casting a shadow on them: Bode’s huge moon, Brahe, a world she had completely forgotten about until this moment.

“Isn’t it great!” Miranda jumped up and down in excitement at the sight. “No eclipse on Earth would compare. Look at how dark it’s getting!”

The temperature dropped noticeably. A deep silence ensued, as if the shadow had blanketed the landscape. Even the wind died.

“How long do the eclipses last?”

“Oh,” replied Miranda, “fifty-ish minutes. Depends on where you are. And just think, it happens on a daily basis, maybe even where we are, but I’m not sure about that. Autumn is a time that I’d expect the eclipses to happen over most of the planet, I think, so I wouldn’t know until winter solstice.”

“You won’t have a long wait,” replied Annwn in downhearted tones, afraid of what winter would bring. Yet for some reason, winter, with its prospects of cold rain, freezing wind, and long nights was not her biggest worry. Something else even more sinister lurked on Bode. But what? She wished she could remember.

“Of course, since our world is tidally locked to that huge moon, only certain parts of Bode even have such eclipses.”

“How do you know so damn much?” asked Wildwind, still engrossed with the suddenly dark sky.

“I just read a lot, I guess.”

“Hmph.”

Annwn stared at her trudging feet, preparing herself for another night. Last night's camp, with Bode’s unending night, had been torture. And she was tired and grumpy all day long, her painfully sunburned face and arms not helping the mood. She really despised having to go to the bathroom in such open, sharp terrain. Fortunately Miranda helped by holding up her increasingly battered cloak as a barrier against curious eyes.

Evening approached, slowly, methodically, with the giant disk of Barnard’s Star dropping behind the destination mountains, a process that took almost a quarter-hour. Brahe’s ruddy half disk shone brightly above, marked by vast craters, twisted, snowcapped ranges, fleecy clouds and frost-filled valleys, dwarfing even her most grandiose memories of a full Moon rising over the Berkeley Hills.

“Sunsets last forever here,” observed Kwazar.

“Well,” said Wildwind, “we should take advantage of that and set up camp soon. Or we’ll freeze.”

Annwn shivered, holding Xavier tightly in her thin arms. For once, she could not argue with Wildwind. “Yes.”

Wildwind looked around, seeking a decent spot to put up their small tents. He stumbled over some loose rocks and fell to his knees. “Ouch!”

Annwn couldn’t help laughing.

Miranda walked over to him, “You need some help?” She offered a hand.

Quietly, he said, “No.”

“What?” The wind fluttered Miranda’s unkempt hair.

Ignoring her question, Wildwind held a palm to the rock. “The ground is vibrating. And the shaking seems to be getting stronger.”

Xavier shivered and forced his nose deeply into her underarm. Annwn grew deeply concerned.

“Look at the plants!” Kwazar pointed to a nearby cluster of succulent vegetation. Thick, spearlike leaves gently bounced up and down, dancing to a tune unrelated to the slight breeze.

Frightened, Annwn stepped back. “What’s causing it?”

“Earthquake,” Kwazar replied.

“No,” said Miranda, her voice wavering, “not an earthquake.”

As a unit everyone looked in the direction she stared, to the north, where the indigo sky graded into a blue-black and interfaced with the rough plain in a disturbingly jagged line. Annwn realized that many of the jags were moving. Animals! The vast herd galloped directly toward them at a disturbingly fast pace.

“Shit!” said Wildwind, eyes opening wide.

Annwn backed toward the south. “We—we’ve got to find a shelter!” She turned around and ran, kicking hard with her long, clumsy legs.

“Run!” Kwazar yelled from behind.

After stumbling on some rocks, Annwn heard Miranda sprinting behind her. “Wait up!” she cried desperately. “I can’t run fast!”

Annwn slowed, shifting Xavier into one arm and holding him like an ancient football. Grabbing Miranda’s arm, she pulled her bounding form along. “Thanks!” said Miranda, reassured by Annwn’s caring gesture.

Broken, rugged ground made for slow going or twisted ankles. Plants became a slick hazard when crushed underfoot. The ground's tremors increased violently, adding to the confusion.

“We haven’t a chance!” yelled Wildwind over the racket made by the cart he pulled. “They’re moving way too fast!”

Annwn looked behind her, and the sight sent her heart racing ever faster. What had once been distant, tiny silhouettes were now huge eight-legged creatures blowing vast puffs of steam through long noses which jutted from broad, flanged heads. Their bus-length torsos, being extremely flat and tall vertically, were shaped like fish, and undulated over the ragged landscape with comical ease.

Intercontinental highway, she thought. Only on the gigantic roads had she witnessed such terrifying speeds. Not even a diving falcon could outrun the huge freight trucks that traversed the largest highway ever created.

She ran faster.

Miranda complained at the increase in speed and stumbled, losing her grip. “Ouch!” she called as she tumbled across the rough basalt.

Annwn, fighting against her terror, stopped to help. Before she could offer aid, Miranda quickly jumped to her feet. Fear, Annwn realized, was a great motivator.

Miranda waved Annwn on. “I can’t run as fast as you. I’ll try to keep up on my own.”

Annwn grabbed her arm anyway. “You have,” she said between pants, “to run your fastest.” Breath. “There isn’t,” gasp, “any other choice.” She dashed away, Miranda in tow.

A sunken portion of ground confronted them. Kwazar said between hard breaths, “Collapsed lava tube.”

Annwn remembered a camping trip she had taken to the Snake River Plain of Idaho. “Caves!”

Kwazar knew what she was referring to. “Yes. But this one is collapsed.”

The crumpled tube had steep sides. Turning to Miranda, she said, “Stay here. Hide behind… one of these ledges.” She pointed to a particularly large column of basalt.

Before Miranda could respond, Annwn ran into the broken cave. She could hear Kwazar following close behind. He must have realized as well.

“You think a cavern will be close enough?”

His ability to run and talk amazed her. “I,” gasp, “hope!”

Filling the very air as if it had physical form, a throbbing, bass rumbling churned in her ears, pulsed through her body, and echoed from the tube’s rocky walls.

“Wait!” came Miranda’s muted voice. “The sled’s stuck!”

Not the sled! Annwn thought. Visions of their rations being trodden flashed through her mind as she turned around. She saw both Miranda and Wildwind yanking on the craft, trying to pull it over the tube’s lip. A trapped wheel prevented the cart from budging.

“Lift! Don’t pull!” she forced out as she climbed the tube’s rocky side, scraping free arm and knees. “Lift!” The very act of speaking made her dizzy.

Looking angry, Wildwind finally listened and pulled up on the sled to dislodge the wheel.

A shadow rushed past. Slapped by the creature’s blast of displaced air, she fell onto the sled, destroying any progress that Wildwind had made in getting the platform free. Xavier spilled from her arm, tumbling among the food items carried in the cart.

“Out!” Wildwind violently shoved her off the sled. She rolled onto the angular basalt, painfully banging her head.

With a huge grunt, Wildwind yanked the sled free and tossed it down the small ravine. Annwn heard the carriage crash and shudder as the metal frame careened over boulders. She tried to look, but the pain in her head prevented her from moving. As the sled stopped bouncing, she heard a yelp.

Blurred colors filled her vision, a series of brilliant horizontal streaks. She forced her eyes to focus, and the pastels materialized into rushing animals. The creatures were beautifully patterned in brick red, ochre, and white. Mesmerized by the scene, her immediate concerns drifted away. What splendor! If only her parents were there to witness the animals with her.

“Get her down, Miranda!” She heard Kwazar’s voice, somewhat distant.

She felt a tug at her leg. “I can’t. She’s too heavy for me!”

“Her?” said Wildwind. “Toothpick Annwn?”

“Shut up, Wildwind!” retorted Kwazar. “You’ve done enough already!” His words were barely audible over the rushing animals.

Shadows passed overhead, the orange sunlight flittering off and on as if Barnard’s Star had become a strobe Sharp gusts of wind buffeted her face and body. Someone dragged her across the rock by an arm, and she broke from her pain-induced reverie. The beasts leaped over the imploded tube with the ease of vast momentum as Kwazar carried her down to safety.

She saw Xavier cowering under the scratched sled, favoring a foot. She would never forgive Wildwind. He was too mean.

Fearing the approach of another herd, they made camp in the collapsed tube. A chemical heater sat between their two tents. Annwn, with Xavier playing close by, sat as far from Wildwind as possible while still keeping close enough to the heater’s warmth to be comfortable.

The powerful rush of wind the running creatures had made bothered her.

Making a point of looking away from Wildwind, she forced herself to speak. “Why would an animal need to run so fast?”

There was a moment’s pause. “Predators,” replied Kwazar.

“Yeah, but Earth has predators, and no ground animal can run nearly as fast as the beasts we saw today.”

“This planet’s different. Maybe the predators are fast too. Hell, we’re not even sure what we saw weren't predators.”

“No,” she replied, remembering her dad’s frequent talks on biology and evolution, “with that many beasts I think they were plant eaters.”

“OK. They ate plants. The predators could still be as fast.”

“Yes,” she had to agree, “it seems sensible.”

“I hate to disagree,” said Wildwind with an insincere grin and a smug look that he always got when he knew something that others didn’t, “but I didn’t see any predators chasing the herd.”

Annwn refused to look at Wildwind, holding silent.

“How do you know?” asked Kwazar.

“I looked. Carefully.”

“Weren’t you afraid like the rest of us?”

“Oh, I was afraid all right. But not of those overgrown eight-legged elephants. I’ve been among herds before, back in the Elara demo. Large hallucihexadons. Don't you remember?”

Kwazar nodded, grinning at the reminder of yet another Elara sim that all persons present helped progress from bad to worse in rapid order. “Then what were you afraid of?”

“The predators I assumed were there. On Elara, it seemed as if the hallucihexadons were always running from some kind of predator or another.”

Kwazar frowned at the thought. “So what’s your point?”

Wildwind smiled. “The overlegged cows moved with purpose. Something got them running, and, like I said, it wasn’t predators.”

Disturbed by his observation, Annwn quietly shivered and contemplated what he had observed. What motivated the herd to move so fast if not predators? And why did such movement bother her so? For some reason she kept remembering all the times she and her father had talked about Bode’s plants. But what did vegetation have to do with the herd?

Plant eaters ate plants, of course. Yes, she thought, that was part of it. Bode’s disconcertingly speedy seasons were another part. Excited by her discovery, she spoke up, “Maybe the beasts were migrating!”

She had the group’s attention. Wildwind, no longer the center of interest, scowled. Annwn smiled inwardly at his disappointment.

Kwazar asked, “What do you mean?”

“Think of the fast seasons, and the rapid changes in the plants. You’d have to move quite fast to keep up.”

“True,” said Kwazar, “but animals can hibernate, or just skip eating for a few weeks.”

Annwn couldn’t help a smile. She recalled her dad’s serious discussions of evolution, and said, “Your ideas are good, but evolution is not deterministic. Evolution can only work with what is available to it at any given time, not what may be available. The most sensible solutions may be unreachable, for required features may not exist to allow them. In this way, evolution can be counterintuitive.”

“What do you mean?”

“The beasts we witnessed may not have had the necessary features to evolve hibernation, so evolutionarily they have pursued their most achievable and successful solution to eating Bode’s plants. Migration may have been the only method they could evolve.” Proud of her deduction, she felt much better than she had in a long time.

“Herbivores chasing plants,” Wildwind commented dryly. “Kind of hard to believe.”

Annwn glared at him. “Believe what you must.”

Annwn stood up and walked over to the cart, rubbing her arms to ward off the cool night air. She opened up a large “satchel,” made from blankets, and pulled out a medium-sized backpack covered in pockets. “I wish we'd brought more,” she commented.

“What’re you doing, anyway?” snidely asked Wildwind. “Whatever you take out, you’re putting back.”

Exasperated, she turned around and held the pack at her feet, giving him an angry gaze. “Listen, Wildwind, we almost lost the cart this evening, and—”

“And what? You’re taking all your things off the cart? You don’t trust us?”

“Cool it, Wildwind,” said Kwazar. “I think she has a good idea.”

“Hey, I’m just trying to find out what she’s doing.”

“Not in a nice way,” Kwazar said. “And considering what you did to her, I think you should just shut up!”

“Make me!” Wildwind quieted though, and sat back in a huff.

Looking afraid, Miranda covered her ears against the raised voices.

“For your information,” said Annwn stiffly, glancing angrily at Wildwind, “I was going to put food in here for all of us, not just me. We shouldn't have all our supplies in one location!”

Wildwind chuckled.

“A backup just in case the cart is lost, fool.” Kwazar gave Wildwind a hard stare.

“You don’t need to lecture me!” He looked at Annwn. “Who’s carrying the pack?”

Annwn sighed. “We trade off. It’s only fair.”

He nodded. “But how do we know whose food is what?”

“Don’t you think your insistence on dividing the food is a bit selfish? Talk about not trusting people.”

“As long as you have that mutt, we're keeping the food divided.” He glared at the resting puppy.

“He’s little. He hardly eats anything!”

“Still, that little bit can mean a lot in the end.”

“Can’t you let up just once?”

“Not in the case of food!”

“Fine, then, I’ll pack all our rations in separate containers.”

“Good.”

“But,” she added, “the backpack won’t hold as much if that’s the case.”

“That’s just OK with me. I’m not going to let the cart get lost, anyway.”

“What about the others? Maybe they want more food in the pack.” She looked her companions.

“Yeah,” said Kwazar, “maybe we should just leave your food out!”

Wildwind thought about Kwazar’s comment. “Now, I wouldn't go that far—”

“I see, so you do agree with Annwn’s idea!” Kwazar smiled.

Wildwind realized that he had been defeated. “OK! You don't have to separate the food in the pack. But it stays divided in the cart, and we don’t eat any from the pack until the cart’s supply has run out.”

“Or lost,” replied Annwn.

“Duh.”

“Sounds like a fair compromise to me,” said Kwazar, stemming off another argument. “Are you OK with this?” He looked at Annwn.

She nodded, fuming inside. Didn’t Wildwind care about anybody but himself? Regretting that she had asked Wildwind along, she angrily stuffed food into the bag.

Xavier stumbled upon the dead leviathan first. The beast had fallen into a depression in one of the last, most persistent, tongues of basalt before the plain gave away to steep, rounded foothills. Xavier yipped at his decaying discovery and ran to Annwn, tail tucked between his legs. Apparently he hadn’t forgotten the herd encounter.

Adjusting the protective cloak to fit her shoulders snugly, she walked toward the corpse. More than once she was glad to be in SCA. garb, for having a lot of spare cloth proved very useful. Today the dense fabric helped ward away the stench. “Ick!” She put the cloak in front of her nose.

Thickening high clouds covered what had been a sunny sky, muting the usual strong shadows of early afternoon. Yet the corpse stood out starkly from the landscape, resting among the broken rock and sparse vegetation. Huge, magnificent, powerful. Even in death, the beast seemed to be running, still seeking Bode's elusive plants.

“Wow,” was all that Wildwind said. At least he didn’t use profanity.

“Oh, my,” said Miranda. “Look at those legs.”

“Yes.” Annwn had seen the limbs. Eight, just as she had counted on the beasts when they were running. Dense muscle covered long partially exposed bones, all of which were being eaten through by a horde of small insect-like critters. Certainly not insects, she realized, noticing their tiny fuzzy bodies and wings made of broad interlocking hairs, instead of the expected hard insect shells and clear, veined wing membranes of Earth bugs. Bringing her attention back to the beast, she understood that the massive legs bespoke the power required of them, as well as the body, which appeared to be a huge collection of feathery muscles, all attached to broad, strong ribs. Annwn, not fond of internal anatomy, walked away to escape from the smell, adjusting the straps of the backpack she wore.

Miranda followed her. “It certainly didn’t die from some carnivore attack.”

“No,” she said grimly. “Starvation, most likely.”

Miranda didn’t add anything, quietly following alongside.

The boys were engrossed, trying to make sense of the alien critter. She turned and called out, “Come on! We shouldn’t be wasting time!” She resumed her steady pace.

“OK, we’ll catch up!” What could be so interesting about the corpse? She couldn’t understand. And why didn’t they seem very bothered by their predicament? Were they that good at hiding their fears?

Kwazar seemed to have forgiven Wildwind for his dreadful actions during the rushing herd, another thing she couldn’t understand. She certainly hadn’t forgiven him. Xavier healed quickly, but the bump on her head still ached occasionally, especially when touched.

Raindrops spattered down, a few cooling her sunburned skin. “Oh, no,” she replied, “winter’s arriving.”

“Yep,” said Miranda, “it’s been about three days since our landing. That’d put us near the beginning of winter.”

“So unimaginably fast.” Annwn suddenly had a thought. “If the beasts respond so quickly, then the plants must as well, right?”

Miranda contemplated her question. “Well… yes. I’d say that sounds right.”

“Then what do the plants mean for us?”

Miranda stopped walking, perplexed at Annwn’s question. “What are you saying?”

Annwn heard Miranda’s question, but did not respond, thinking about the meaning of her own query. The answer was right there, in her mind, but she couldn’t pin it down.

After topping the first rise and wandering into a narrow valley surrounded by wooded slopes, the rain became heavier.

“Let’s set up camp here, until the rain stops.”

“Weren’t you the one who said we can’t delay?” came Wildwind’s acerbic reply.

She frowned at him. “Things change.”

“Well, make up your mind.”

Infuriated, she ignored him and gave Kwazar a look that sent him into action. He began unpacking the tents.

Annwn grabbed a tent and had it set up in seconds. Self-assembling frames helped a lot. After his had expanded, Kwazar moved the shelters near a couple of windswept round-leafed “trees,” which Annwn recognized as circuleaf trees. Her father had mentioned the plant, for it was abundant, and many people liked its pleasing features. Brightly colored orange and red, the shoulder-wide circular foliage apparently responded to autumn like Earth trees.

Kwazar picked a particularly large specimen of circuleaf and held it over his head, like an umbrella. Catching the rain with its thick membrane, the leaf kept him dry. He appeared happy with his ingenuity. “Ah, these things have a use.”

A water drop found an opening and plunked onto his head.

“When they’re not eaten full of holes, that is.”

Wildwind, shaking his head at Kwazar’s performance, proceeded to fasten the tents into the ground, using a small hammer and strong alloy stakes.

Annwn picked a leaf of her own. “I wonder why they are so big?”

“I might be able to answer that for you,” responded Miranda.

“Oh, you might?” chided Kwazar. “And I suppose it has something to do with astronomy.”

She nodded, carefully unpacking the sleeping bags that she and Annwn would be using. “Light.”

“I remember that lesson,” said Kwazar. “Bode only receives two-thirds the flux that the Earth does. Am I right?”

“Yep. The circuleaf trees are making bigger collectors, trying to get more light.”

Annwn, not very sure in astronomy, was nevertheless bothered by the information. “Why hasn’t Bode frozen?”

“Because of the low flux?”

She gave Miranda a nod.

“Well, Teacher said that,” she straightened her face and deepened her voice in an imitation of always serious Teacher, “ ‘Due to vast tidal strains induced by Bode’s close proximity to its parent sun, a large amount of internal heat is generated, which compensates for the lower flux.’ ”

Kwazar agreed with her answer, “I remember that topic, too.”

“Ah, I see.” She gave Miranda a “You’re something else” look. “Geology, astronomy… I can’t remember such stuff. I’ll stick to biology.”

“The tents are ready,” said Wildwind dryly. “With no help from you lecturers.”

Annwn knew he was just prodding everyone, but she took offense. Quietly, making a point to ignore him, she crawled into the tent she and Miranda shared. She could feel Wildwind's scowl.

Behind her, Kwazar sighed. “I’ll stake them next time.”

“I was just kidding…”

“Don’t worry about it, Wildwind. Let’s get some rest.”

Everyone quieted, and Miranda entered the tent.

Still fuming, Annwn said nothing. After carefully unrolling her sleeping bag, she sat on the soft fabric cross-legged. Dripping, Xavier stepped in through the flap.

“Hey, you,” she said to Xavier, “you’re a sponge. Time for a dry.”

Using part of her cloak, she scrubbed the puppy. Xavier protested and performed a squirm that would have shamed most worms. She found caring for Xavier quite soothing, and ignored his protest, maintaining her loving assault until most of the water, and some of her indignation toward Wildwind, had been soaked away by the cloth.

After the drying, Xavier snuggled up to her legs, and immediately fell asleep. The walks were long, and he knew when to take advantage.

Miranda, already lying down, said, “Our water’s short. Shouldn’t we be collecting rain?”

“I saw Kwazar set out some containers.”

“Good. I’m sick of being thirsty. This rationing thing is a drag.”

Annwn nodded in full understanding.

“That reminds me,” said Miranda. She reached into her cloak and produced part of a ration bar. “Here’s your share.”

Annwn looked at the precious food. Miranda had been helping her with the Xavier food problem ever since Wildwind’s tirade over meals. Annwn still didn’t feel right about it. “You don’t have to give me that.”

“I insist. I’ve never eaten as much as you. My body’s used to it.”

“Nevertheless, we should all be working with equal rations. It’s only fair, and we all need to maintain our health.”

“My point exactly. You’re older than I. Much taller. You need more food.” She reached over and pressed the life-sustaining brick into Annwn’s hand, saying with a plaintive look, “Please. Please take it.”

Annwn sighed. “No one can argue with that kind of please. Thanks.”

Miranda smiled. “You’re welcome.”

After taking one bite from the bar. Annwn carefully dropped the food into a secret pocket that she had sewn inside her cloak. Unperiod, maybe, but quite useful.

“Annwn?’' Miranda asked quietly, almost timidly.

Annwn looked up. “Yes?”

“Do… do you think our folks are still alive?” Her concerned look suggested that she had been worried for a long time.

Annwn fell silent as a guilty feeling emerged. She had avoided such thoughts because concentrating on survival seemed a more productive response. No. Parts were missing from her rationalization. Maybe, Annwn admitted, she didn't want to think about her parents for the very fears that Miranda had.

“There was time for escape,” she finally said.

“But my mom has been working on the magnetic field system and could've been called there in preparation for the big flare.”

Annwn shook her head. “I can’t say.” She thought back to the time their shuttle flew away from the Atlantica, just before the large flashes blacked out the bridge window. She remembered seeing objects moving among the stars, a few glowing brightly from gaseous plumes emanating behind them. Some of the lights were undoubtedly shuttles, while others were sections of the ship that had been jettisoned from the Atlantica as they were designed to do upon reaching Bode. Before the trip, her father told her the purpose of all the self-contained quarters: “Atlantica’s material will be recycled into the colony when we reach Bode, and designing sections with the capability of landing will make the task easy. It’s also a safety feature, in case anything happens during our initial acceleration phase.” A precaution, she thought with a sense of relief, that obviously worked here at Bode. She said, “Others did escape. I saw them moving among the stars. Your mom may have been carried from the Atlantica before she got anywhere.”

Miranda’s grim appearance improved. “I’d forgotten about the detachable living quarters!” She pondered the situation a moment. “Mom,” she said to the ceiling, “I hope your own engineering yanked you away before you could get your curious nose into the magnetic field generator.”

Annwn hoped as well that her parents stayed “home.” She could not bear to imagine what she’d feel if she found out that they were killed.

Annwn grew concerned about their own shuttle. “What were those bright flashes we saw, anyway? Were they from the flare?”

Miranda thought a moment before answering, “I don't think so. The flare couldn't have been that bright, or Bode would have been really fried.”

“What then?”

“I don’t know'. Remember that loud clang that occurred just after?”

“Yeah. Like something had hit us.”

“I wonder if something exploded… and we got hit by debris.”

“What would explode?”

“Not much… maybe two shuttles collided near us or something….” she let the disturbing thought trail away.

“There’s only a small chance our parents would have been in those colliding shuttles.”

“I know,” Miranda said, frowning. “It’s hard not to worry.”

Annwn nodded.

She heard the rain tapping on the circuleaf trees, with the occasional large thump produced by big drops that had collected on the leaves and branches. Nature’s wet drumbeats were unhurried, as if time were an afterthought.

Annwn said, “I hope this weather stops soon. We really need to keep moving.”

Miranda grimly said, “We may have to brave the elements. It could rain for most of winter, or worse.”

“Yeah, if anything, our food supply might not last if we waited.”

Miranda gave her a questioning look. “But the food’s not what’s really bothering you, is it?”

Annwn shook her head slowly, wondering if she should say anything. She didn’t want to frighten Miranda. “I wish I knew what was bothering me. Not knowing is so stressful.”

“What do you know?”

Annwn thought for a moment. “I think… I think we need to get to the colony before winter’s end. I don’t know why, but we just do.”

Looking hopeful, Miranda said, “You’re absolutely sure you’re not just worrying about the food or something like that?”

“Yes. It’s something worse than being hungry, I guess.”

“Worse?” Miranda fell silent, lost in her own considerations. She looked afraid.

Annwn felt bad for her. “I’m sorry.”

Miranda looked at her. “Sorry for what?”

“Frightening you.”

“No, don’t worry. I’d rather know.”

Annwn became frustrated. Why can’t I just remember? she thought.

“When you find out what exactly is bothering you, please let me know, OK? Maybe I’ll be able to help, if I know what it is.”

Feeling assured by Miranda’s words, Annwn said, “I’ll tell you.” She paused, still trying to find the elusive answer. “When I know.”

Annwn marveled at the plants they encountered, a variety of leathery-leafed shrubs mixed with several yucca-like species, some colored purple-red, others different shades of green to blue-green. Ground cover comprised of patchy weeds with broad leafy rosettes. Circuleaf trees clustered in gullies, rough barked and squat, foliage beautifully endowed in warm hues. The soil was hard and rocky, but an improvement in comfort over the rough plain that stretched out behind them. The rain had stopped yesterday night, leaving the misty air with a fresh, moist smell.

Her stomach growled, an event occurring with increased frequency. She meandered over to the cart and, opening a container, pulled out a small bar.

Wildwind gave her a look that said, “Too bad you have that puppy, huh?”

Sticking her tongue out, she glared back.

He turned away, pulling the cart as if nothing had happened.

Annwn noticed that Miranda had been watching the whole exchange silently, wearing a worried expression. She didn’t like frightening Miranda, but she was not about to start acting nice to Wildwind either.

She looked at her bar, and almost returned it to the cart. Nothing like anger to destroy an appetite. However, putting the food back would show Wildwind that his prodding was getting to her. She would eat.

Opening the tight wrapping, she took a bite.

Xavier, ever alert for food, pranced over to her. He yipped his expectation and leaped at her feet.

“OK, I’ll give you some. Calm down.” She stooped and handed him a chunk of the virtually tasteless bar.

He immediately started chomping. Fortunately the tough bar forced him to chew for awhile, keeping him preoccupied so she could eat in peace. “Wait till you get real food, then you’ll wonder why you ate this stuff.” The thought left her longing for the bland starship food.

Xavier trotted up for a second helping, tail wagging a miniature hurricane.

She gave him another piece, hearing Wildwind’s quiet laughter ahead. Understanding the reasons for Wildwind’s chuckle, she grew angry again. His persistent attacks were becoming intolerable.

Annwn heard Miranda unzip the tent, and after a noisy paper-like rustling, her friend exclaimed, “Hey! What happened to the leaves?”

Startled. Annwn sat up. Miranda stood on her knees half outside the tent, covered waist deep in a wash of multicolored leaves, some of which had fallen inside to bury her feet. Morning light filtered around Miranda’s dark silhouette.

Annwn reached up and pushed on the tent’s sloped ceiling. Rasping, the dark circular leaves slid down the fabric, opening a window of light. “We could have slept through the whole morning,” she commented quietly.

“Not when you have to go as bad as I do.” Miranda stepped outside. “This is so unreal.” Feet rustling through the leaves, Miranda walked away from the tent.

Xavier charged outside, drilling through the blocking leaf drift like a mole.

Annwn crawled over her sleeping bag and poked her head out the door. Seeing the hillsides, she gasped. With an alien perfection, not a single leaf remained attached to the gnarled trees, their gray trunks starkly poking above the colorfully draped slopes like a field of gigantic nails.

Kwazar and Wildwind stumbled from their tent, crashing through the leaf-fall in excitement. “I’ve never.. commented Kwazar.

Wildwind wadded up a large handful of the water-lily-sized leaves. He pitched the ball of foliage into Kwazar’s face, sending an eruption of glittering yellow and orange dishplatesized circles around his head. “Leaf fight!”

Kwazar dived down and tossed an armful of leaves at Wildwind.

Wildwind grabbed some of the thrown leaves out of the air, and jumped over to stuff them down Kwazar's tunic. “Ha!”

“Hey, those are cold!” said Kwazar. Grinning evilly, he leaped upward with two leafy handfuls, ready to do the same to his assaulter, a flamelike trickle of crinkled circles falling from inside his tunic.

Wildwind ran backwards, kicking out a trail through the leaf cover. “You’ll have to catch me first!”

“No problem,” said Miranda, as she rushed from densely branched shrubs and stuffed leaves into Wildwinds tunic. Expecting retaliation, she ran away, giggling, kicking leaves up high.

“Hey, that's cheating!” Wildwind called. He tripped and ploughed face first into the soft ground cover, pushing up a tall mound ahead of him.

“Now you’re going to get it!” called Kwazar, dosing on his victim.

Shivering, Annwn watched her friends’ fun, pondering the heavy coat of foliage they threw around. Evidence dropping right in front of her face, and she still couldn’t grasp why she felt so afraid.

Higher into the mountains, climbing a steep slope far above a creek trickling through rounded quartzite rocks, she slowly progressed through a thick forest of bare circuleaf trees. The particular circuleaf variety she walked among was a white-barked, medium-high tree with long, graceful limbs. Trampling through springy-soft, ankle-deep leaves, she had yet to spot a plant that retained any foliage, a persistent and worrisome display of nature's grandiosity.

The hill had been carved steeply by the creek. Annwn, in her flat-soled shoes, found herself slipping much of the time. Miranda fared no better, and the boys had been struggling with the cart since morning.

Wildwind, in an obvious attempt to make up, tied the cart’s lead to a thin circuleaf tree trunk and offered her a hand up a difficult part of the slope.

“Forget it,” she snapped.

He looked sincerely disappointed. “Come on—we all need help from time to time.”

“Maybe so, but I don’t need it from you. Now, out of my way!”

Frowning, he went back to pulling the sled and its precious cargo up the hill, holding the line over his shoulder and across the top of the backpack. He wore the pack in place of Miranda, who had a hard time carrying its weight uphill.

“I hope there aren’t too many more of these ridges,” he said. “I’m getting sick of them.”

Kwazar, having returned from a short scouting trip, shook his head as he stepped downhill. “Well, I’m sure there are many more ridges to cross.”

“Shit.” Wildwind yanked the cart forward.

“Annwn,” Kwazar asked, “could you lead now? There’s a steep part coming up, and I have to help pull the cart.” He pointed up the animal trail they followed through the forest. “Those rocks need to be moved.”

She grimly nodded, staring at the half-buried, head-sized boulders. They’d been taking turns clearing trail for the cart all day, and her arms were getting tired.

“I’ll help you,” said Miranda.

Annwn smiled at her friend. “Thanks. But don’t wear yourself out.”

“I’ll take things slow.”

Annwn picked up Xavier and put him on a less steep portion of the hill above her. Grabbing roots and small circuleaf branches, she climbed to Xavier’s new elevation. Turning around, she helped Miranda ascend by giving her a hand. Miranda's breath erupted from her mouth in gasps.

Annwn looked up at dark, ragged clouds swirling among rocky, broken mountain peaks. Wind whispered intermittently through naked boughs, nudging the wood into a clacking sway. An oppressive mugginess made her feel as if she were walking through water.

“Maybe we should stop,” said Annwn nervously.

A large raindrop plunged through the branches and burst across Miranda’s face. “Maybe it’s too late.” She rubbed the water away.

“We better get ahead of the boys before it really begins to pour.” Using the skinny trees for balance and support, Annwn trudged upward.

She heard Miranda firmly planting her feet into the loamy ground, kicking the slick leaves aside.

“Ick!” said Miranda, “The soil’s full of bugs!”

Annwn had seen the animals, dark creatures that only slightly resembled beetles burrowing through the dirt and leaves in a swarm of gargantuan proportions. “Uh-huh. Just ignore them.”

“I’ll try.”

She reached the struggling boys.

A gust lashed the trees into a violent dance and an earth-shuddering clap of thunder followed the gale’s scramjet roar.

Rain cascaded down.

A virtual flood from the heavens, the downpour drenched everything with its lukewarm touch. Annwn shielded her eyes, discovering with irritation that water easily dripped between her bony fingers.

“What the hell?” said Wildwind. “I’ve never seen rain like this before. Not even in a Texas thunderstorm.”

“What do we do?” called out Miranda, her soft voice barely audible over the pounding water.

“We’ve got to get up to more level ground, don’t you think?” replied Kwazar. “This hill could give out on us.”

“Leave it to you to think like that,” said Annwn sarcastically. “How much farther do you think we have to go to get near the top?”

“Do we want to reach the top? What about the lightning?”

“We’ll have to take our chances, right? The water’s threat is more real.”

Thunder rolled, making everyone pause.

Xavier scampered up to her feet, whimpering. She picked him up and wrapped his wet body carefully in her cloak. She looked back at the waiting people. “We’ve got to do something.”

“OK,” said Kwazar, “why don’t we set up our camp at the first level place that we come across? We probably don’t have to travel far.”

Everyone agreed. At that moment, Annwn would have believed in miracles.

The two boys hauled the sled uphill, a job made worse by slippery leaves and ground quickly going to mud.

Impossible as it seemed, the deluge became heavier. Wind, turning colder with each rain-filled gust, shook trees as if they were pompoms. The hillside livened as a surge of water raced toward the creek below, leaves of all shades spinning and flipping to the torrent’s whim. The whole forest floor moved, a multicolored quilt on the fly.

Miranda grabbed Annwn’s waist and held tight. “I really don’t like this,” she said nervously.

“I don’t either. Just keep holding on to me.” She walked forward, carefully planting her feet in the leaf sludge. Cold liquid soaked her feet. Holding her tightly, Miranda followed.

Reverberating through the wood, a large gust knocked trees over. Annwn’s hands grew numb from sudden cold. The rain fell so hard that, she feared drowning with each breath.

Annwn encountered a spot where the hill became so steep that walking was impossible. She had to plant her feet into the hillside, poking them through a dirty waterfall, using roots and white-barked branches for handholds.

She turned to Miranda, “Wait here until I get up. Then I’ll give you a hand.” Pouring from her hair, water rushed into her mouth as she spoke.

Miranda nodded and Annwn climbed.

A large hand appeared in front of her face. Wildwind’s. She frowned. “I can get up myself.”

“Please.”

“No! I’ve told you!”

“I insist.”

She lost control and smacked his hand away. Arm swinging wide, she lost balance, and slipped. Grabbing a branch, she stopped her fall.

Xavier slid through her cloak and down the side of the hill. Yelping, he sailed over a lip and plummeted toward the deeply rushing creek.

“No. No!” cried Annwn as she turned to go after the puppy.

Wildwind jumped down next to her. “We’ve ourselves to save! Forget the dog.”

Annwn looked at him, her face contorting into a mask of rage. “Never! I’m getting Xavier back!”

“He’s dead. Nothing could survive the creek. Just look at it!”

She looked, and saw a turgid mass of shed foliage so thick that she was surprised the water could move at all. His argument convinced her. With a sob, she turned around and climbed.

An oscillating whine sliced pitifully through the hammering rain, sloshing creek and lashing wind, telling the world its woe. Annwn looked Wildwind straight in the eye and said, “I’m getting him!” She stepped down the gooey hillside.

Wildwind grabbed her arm.

Screaming with rage and wrenching her whole body, she yanked her frail limb free from his powerful grasp. Surprisingly, her forceful escape pulled Wildwind off balance. He fell down the steep slope where a bend in the stream had undermined the hill.

With a grunt, Wildwind had firm hold of the sled’s rear axle, which stuck out over the edge of the hill about chest height to Annwn. Tires and structural rail grinding through the sopping muddy soil, the cart slipped over the edge. Ropes that had been tied around a circuleaf tree pulled taut and abruptly stopped the sled’s plummet. Wildwind hung below, hard breaths erupting in steam from his nose, feet dangling four meters above a creek gone mad, a wet. hell of flame-colored leaves.

Annwn, confused by the unfortunate turn of events, fell to her knees, mouth agape. She didn’t know whether she should be fearing for Wildwind’s life, or wishing he would fall, or racing after the crying puppy, or trying to help someone who attempted to hold her against her will.

Mixing with the rain, hail fell, pattering through the trees, becoming a cascade of white popcorn bouncing in haphazard trajectories throughout the wood.

The tree supporting the cart slowly tore from the softened ground. Wildwind dropped lower.

“The cart! We need to retie the cart!” Miranda rushed toward the collapsing tree, her feet slipping constantly on leaves and mud.

“I’m dropping some weight!” Wildwind, with one hand, quickly popped the buckles of the backpack. Annwn tried to yell “No!” but the w'ords stuck in her throat. Falling like a stone, the bag of food sank into the savage creek.

Kwazar grabbed an exposed root and reached over the dangling sled. “Climb up a little ways and I can get your hand!”

The showering ice hurt Annwn’s head, pain barely felt as she watched Wildwind slowly pull himself up the sled, straining for each structural support. Fear and cold whitened his face. The circuleaf tree tore from the ground at an increasing rate. Kwazar stretched farther, trying to get as close to Wildwind as possible.

Miranda reached the tortured tree. The sled had two leads. She began to untie the line that had more slack and hadn’t been pulled taut. Her cold fingers slowly fumbled with the simple knot.

The root Kwazar held popped loose and he looked at his failing purchase with a shocked expression. The handhold stopped yanking outward, finding grip somewhere under the soil. Appearing relieved, he turned back to Wildwind, discovering that the extra length gave him the reach he needed, at least temporarily.

“Now, Wildwind. Do it now!”

With both arms, Wildwind yanked himself upward and grabbed Kwazar’s free hand.

Miranda, having freed the cart’s second line, turned toward a firmly braced tree to secure the sled. The lead ripped from her hand, slicing neatly through palm and fingers. Roots from the falling circuleaf tree lashed across her legs, knocking her over.

With the piercing crack and pop of snapping branches, the cart and tree crashed into the flooding creek. The sled sank from sight, sucked under the churning debris almost immediately.

Kwazar wasn’t strong enough to hold Wildwind, not even for a few seconds. Clenching his teeth, he swung Wildwind into the side of the hill. Wildwind wrapped his arms around thick exposed roots, holding still as he caught his breath, hail bouncing from his shoulders.

Flopping onto the slick mud, Miranda’s squirmed in pain.

Annwn heard Xavier whine again. Miranda, looking directly at Annwn, begged for her help. Wildwind, clinging to the roots below, awaited a hand to help him up the ledge. Kwazar, arm twisted from yanking Wildwind to safety, lay on the ground, groaning, rubbing his biceps and shoulder. Unsure, Annwn stood and slowly walked up the hill, toward Miranda. She slipped on the muddy terrain and plunged toward the creek.

Miranda screamed.

Annwn, unnaturally calm, watched the dense circuleaf trees rush past her, the hail skipping everywhere, lightning flickering from all sides, and the edge that Xavier had fallen over race up…

She landed next to Xavier, crashing onto a clump of purple-brown thick-leafed plants. Growing on a bump in the steep slope, the vegetation was the only thing that kept her and Xavier from falling into the leaf-filled torrent rushing just a meter below.

With a happy yip, Xavier climbed through the leaves and licked her face. She gave him a smile and pat, but otherwise paid him no attention, for she fixated on the plant which had stopped her fall.

Dying stalks protruded from the crumpled leaves, their tips covered in fat pods. She grabbed one of the pods with a shaking hand and broke the fruit open between thumb and forefinger. Hard, black seeds fell out, becoming lost among the leaves of the parent plant. Her stomach churned nervously as she watched the tiny seeds fade into shadow.

Flowers.

The realization swept over her with an unnatural mix of relief and foreboding.

Animals running faster than any she had seen before, chasing plants that responded to seasons which were as uncannily swift. The corpse of an animal that didn’t move fast enough, was just a few hours too late. Autumn foliage falling as one, denuding a forest overnight. Spring flowers blooming at once, choking the air with their poisonous spoor.

Bode’s yellow death.

Walking around a large clump of dripping trees, Miranda found Annwn first, her palm still bleeding. “You’re OK!”

Annwn immediately felt sorry for her friend’s painful wound. “Oh, your hand! Let me help.” She tore a length of fabric from her cloak’s fringe.

“Are you hurt?” Miranda asked, looking Annwn up and down.

“No,” she replied, rinsing the makeshift bandage in the rushing creek. “The plant cushioned me. What’s important is your hand.”

Miranda calmly looked at her wound. “I think it’s slowing down.” She reeled and abruptly sat down. “Oh, a dizzy spell.”

“You should have stayed put.” Annwn gently grabbed Miranda's hand. She removed large debris from the crimson gash. The line had bit deep, yet probably not so deep that—“Wiggle your fingers.”

“It hurts.”

“Do it anyway.”

She tried, weakly. Her fingers worked properly.

“Good. You’ll be fine, once your palm heals. This’ll sting a little.” Wringing her cloak over the wound, she used the purest water she could find.

Miranda winced silently as the water dribbled over her cut.

After twisting as much liquid from the bandage as her strength allowed, Annwn carefully wrapped her friend’s injured extremity. “We’ll only keep this on for a little while. We need to air the cut.”

Miranda silently watched.

Annwn said, “I’m so sorry! I overreacted to Wildwind, didn’t I?”

Miranda gave her a curious look, but said nothing. She didn’t seem very happy.

Uncomfortable, Annwn changed the subject, “Where are the others?”

“Kwazar’s still helping Wildwind.” After a short pause, she blurted, “We’ve lost the sled. How can we survive?” She looked apprehensive.

Annwn wasn’t in the mood to think about such problems. “We’ll manage.”

“How? What will we eat?” she asked, looking confused. A few tears dribbled down her wet, dirty cheek.

Annwn, disturbed by the question and her friend’s reactions, said, “I don’t know what we’ll eat. But we will manage. Somehow.”

Wrapping completed, Annwn examined the bandage closely, making sure it was snug. “I think that’ll do. Good thing for first aid, huh?”

“Yeah,” whispered Miranda, examining her hand. “I guess I should have left the line alone.”

Annwn shook her head. “Don’t regret it. You did what you thought was right.”

“But I failed. And all I got for it was this.” She held out her wounded hand.

“You tried. That’s what counts.”

Miranda looked closely at Annwn, eyes questioning. “I just wish…”

“What?”

She looked away. “Never mind. I’m too tired to discuss it right now.”

Smacking the soggy ground, heavy rain fell again.

“How’re we going to survive the cold now, without our tents and bags?” asked Wildwind, looking at Kwazar, but certainly directing the question at Annwn.

Cool water dripped from Annwn’s hair as she gazed into the surging creek below. She said not a word. She felt guilty—not quite for Wildwind’s tumble, but for losing the food.

How would she break the pollen news? Everything worked against them now: the cold, the rain, the lost sled and the fast seasons. She felt very afraid. Miranda, leaning against her shoulder, and Xavier, warm in her arms, gave her some comfort. Maybe they had a chance together.

“You think we can get the cart back?” Wildwind followed up.

Kwazar snorted. “After that flood? No way. If it’s not torn apart, the cart is certainly buried by debris and silt.”

“Then what do we do?”

“Well, thanks to Miranda, I’ve an idea.” Kwazar ran his hands through his hair, brushing out a cascade of water.

Miranda looked at him in surprise. “Me?”

“Yeah. Last evening, you reminded me that this planet has a high heat flow. If that’s the case, all we need to do is go down into the ground a little ways. We dig.”

Wildwind, always on the lookout for a spoiler, said “But dig with what?” Kwazar thought for a moment. “OK, then we find a cave, or something. Volcanics—fumaroles, geysers—remember, what’s that place, Yellowstone? There's got to be stuff like that around here. This planet should be seething with volcanism. Though the quartzite in our location is not very encouraging.”

Wildwind, doubtful, said, “Lead the way, rock fiend.”

Annwn sat under a lean-to made of large branches and broad circuleafs, feeling miserable from a wet night, but warmly crammed between Kwazar to her right and Miranda to her left. Out of necessity, Wildwind sat to the left of Miranda, away from Annwn. Xavier rested in Annwn's lap, breathing peacefully, the only one who did not seem to mind the cold all the time.

Rain continued falling as the light of morning trickled through small gaps in the walls.

“Caves,” snickered Wildwind, mimicking Kwazar, “geysers. Oh, we’ll find one. The planet should be one giant volcano.”

“Give it a rest, Wildwind,” replied Annwn. “Did you come up with anything better?”

“Glad you thought of this lean-to, Annwn,” interjected Kwazar, stemming off an argument. “We never encountered anything like this during the Elara sims.”

Wildwind shrugged. “That’s because Elara had no wood.”

“Elara’s sim was missing many things that this world has,” commented Annwn, attempting to change the subject, but accidentally bringing up an even more disturbing concept.

She had told the three about the poisonous bloom as soon as they were on their useless hike for volcanic terrain. Everyone had taken the information in silence.

“We have to get to the colony by spring,” added Kwazar. He pondered his statement. “I never imagined myself trying to outrun a season before. They’re so slow on Earth.”

“Well,” said Wildwind in harsh tones, “we’d have an easier time if we still had our food and tents.”

“Shut up!” said Annwn coldly, feeling a renewed surge of guilt about the cart’s loss. “The food is simply gone. Deal with it!”

“Because of you, the food’s gone! Because of you we all have to suffer. Even that runt of yours is suffering.” He gave her a dark look. “And I nearly died!”

Appalled. Annwn said, “Me? My fault? Who grabbed whose arm?! Y-You—You bastard!” She balled her hand, preparing to hit him.

“Will you two stop?!” screamed Miranda, holding her arms between Annwn and Wildwind. “Your constant fighting is really scaring me! How can we accomplish anything with you two disagreeing and fighting at every moment? Stop it!” She sobbed, covering her face with her hands, tears splashing onto her stained bandage.

Annwn angrily grabbed Xavier and crawled out of the shelter.

She paused her stomping at a nearby clump of circuleaf trees and placed Xavier on the ground, somewhat jerkily due to her anger. He didn’t mind the treatment, and pranced happily into some denuded shrubs.

She stared at sagging clouds being twisted and torn apart by an invisible wind, letting the rain’s cool caress soothe her hot face. Was losing the food really her fault? Was keeping a puppy alive such a crime? Did she have to like everybody?

Kwazar walked up from behind.

Not feeling in a talkative mood, she didn't say anything.

“Look,” he said, “You remember that one time you walked out of the ATV, saying, ‘Oh, it’s just a sleeping herbivore’?”

Annwn, too tired to become embarrassed at the Elara recollection, couldn't help a small chuckle. “Yeah. What a way to learn about monopouncers.” The encounter had been quite a shock.

He made a jaw shape with his two hands and clapped his fingers together, imitating a mouth. “Snap!”

“Elara’s no place to hike!”

“And,” he seriously replied, “Bode really isn't all that different.”

She reluctantly nodded, knowing where the conversation was going. “My pigheaded attitude just doesn’t seem to be very good for survival situations.” Depressed, she sat down, the wet ground litter not improving her cold rear any.

She saw the point of Elara now. Teamwork. Everyone had to work together to make things happen. Funny how it took a real situation to make her realize the importance of Elara’s lesson.

“If it makes any difference, Wildwind is more pigheaded than you. Nothing’s been easy about him.”

“I know.” She paused, feeling a little guilty. “But I can’t be right all the time either.” She sighed.

Winter’s cool breath blew through the trees. The clacking twigs were already budding. Spring in only a few more days!

Springtime thoughts brought a chill down her spine. Not many hours remained before the world would explode with new life’s spoor. Maybe they should have stayed back at the crash site, like Wildwind had wanted. There were fewer plants on that barren plain of rock. But the sparse vegetation might even produce enough pollen to bring death.

Deciding to leave her to her thoughts, Kwazar walked off, saying, “I’m going to talk with Wildwind.”

“Wait,” she said.

Kwazar stopped and looked at her.

She hesitated before saying, “What keeps you from getting angry at Wildwind’s behavior?”

“I guess I don’t take his stuff personally.”

“Ah. I don’t know if I can do that.”

“Do it for Miranda then. She’s really bothered by your fights.” Kwazar turned around and slowly walked toward the lean-to.

More guilt surged within as Kwazar’s words made her realize how little she had considered her friend’s feelings during her battles with Wildwind. Annwn remembered the short conversation while she was bandaging her injured friend. That’s what Miranda was asking, she realized. Miranda had been afraid of angering her, so she kept quiet. Annwn shed.a tear, one that became lost in the rainfall trickling down her face.

Xavier walked up and licked her cold hand. Seeking comfort, she stroked his soggy fur, but felt all too clearly his ribs underneath. Reminded of food, she found her stomach growling painfully. What race were they running? Against hunger, or against the pollen? Against her past mistakes, or against Nature’s complex ways? More depressing thoughts adding to a sad morning.

“Hurry!” yelled Kwazar from the top of the saddle, cupping his hands to help his voice carry over the steady wind whipping through the gap. “See the view before it’s blocked!”

“I’m there in a minute!” Miranda looked at Annwn. “Come on—let’s walk faster.”

“Go ahead. I’ll be there shortly.” She winked.

Miranda smiled in understanding. Turning away, she rushed at her best speed up the small grade, a trot slowed from the lack of oxygen and food. Xavier scampered behind her.

Annwn and Wildwind were left alone, trudging through the small accumulation of snow that fell during the afternoon eclipse. Annwn shivered under her damp cloak, hoping dearly that the ridge was the highest one they’d have to traverse.

Now seems like a good time, she thought.

Turning to Wildwind, she said stiffly, “I’m sorry for my actions. I shouldn’t have endangered you, and the others.”

He smiled. “It wasn’t all your fault. I’m to blame as well… so I’m sorry, too.” He held out his hand.

Hesitating just the slightest, she shook his hand.

“But don’t get me wrong,” she said, pulling from his grip.

He frowned. “Hm?”

“I don’t have to like you,” she said, face emotionless, “and I don’t. I’m just forgiving you for your actions so we can work together without fighting.”

He paused, apparently debating how to respond. “Understood.” Looking at the ground he said nothing more.

She turned into a biting wind that made her head ache.

“Hurry up you two! The view’s getting covered.”

Kwazar didn’t need to yell, for Annwn had already reached the top. She stared out over a sea of hills lapping the base of the ridge. Low clouds poured in from the west below her, racing to meet the mountain’s foot straight under her numb feet. Shrouding the horizon, turbulent puffs mushroomed high into the sky, their edges muted by thick haze. Stacked lenticular clouds capped the peaks to her left and right.

“I think,” said Kwazar, “another storm is approaching.”

As he spoke, the hills below faded behind the racing scud. The clouds billowed up toward the party, torn edges twisting, dissolving, reforming.

“I won’t disagree with you,” said Annwn, shivering in a strengthening wind. “We had better get down from here.”

“Yeah,” said Kwazar, “it wouldn’t take us long to freeze in these conditions.”

“Oh, my legs,” said Miranda. “I don’t know if I can walk much farther.” She looked tired.

“All downhill from here,” said Wildwind.

“True.”

A strong, insistent gust of wind rippled over the ridge, nearly toppling everyone. Annwn had to shield her eyes from biting snow crystals.

Miranda, teeth chattering from the gust’s cold grasp, said, “Rubber legs or no, I’m going down.”

As one, they headed downhill. Clouds surged around them, darkening the ridge, and a light snow began falling.

Another day wore slowly on, comprised of clouds, wet marching, falling down slippery slopes, cramped muscles, restless sleeps, desperate attempts to forget about food and drinking the ever-present rain. The only improvement was warming temperatures, and such weather disturbed Annwn: spring neared. The race, she thought, we are losing to the seasons.

She could hardly move her aching legs, a task made particularly difficult by the slight slope she had to climb. When she’d reach the top, she’d have to go down again, only to walk straight into another rise. The rolling ridges of the coastal mountain strip seemed to continue forever. Fortunately, the closer they got to the coast, the lower the hills became, with shallower gradients. Such slow change was subtle, but it gave her hope.

The woods slowly grew darker. How much longer until night? She couldn’t tell how close the sun was to the horizon, for the clouds were too thick, hanging so low they appeared to scrape the barren branches above.

Tiredly she said, “Guys, let’s stop here.” Before they could respond, she sat—almost collapsed—down, leaning her back against a leaf-bare tree, moaning from the ache in her legs.

“No argument here,” said Miranda as she fell beside Annwn. She looked sad. “I don’t know how many more steps I can take.”

“Me neither.” Kwazar sat against a circuleaf tree a meter off, with Wildwind lying next to him.

“If we could eat even one plant, things would be so much better,” Wildwind said, his words slow and tired.

Was her tiredness due to hunger, Annwn wondered, or just the drastic change in her daily schedule due to Bode’s very long days? If she had food, she realized with frustration, she could answer that question. Feeling a lump at her side, she remembered the secret pocket she had sewn into her cloak. She reached in and pulled out the half bar Miranda had given her many nights ago. “Hey, guys, I have food!”

“What?” said Wildwind. “I don’t believe it.” Kwazar and Miranda looked at her expectantly.

Annwn held up the small meal. “I forgot I put this in my pocket.” She broke the bar into quarters. “We’ll all get some.”

She passed three pieces to Miranda, keeping one for herself. Miranda took a section and passed the remaining on.

“Enjoy it,” said Annwn. “That’s our last meal.”

“Well, don’t say it like we’re going to die or something,” said Kwazar.

Xavier walked up to her, tiny tongue hanging from an open mouth.

“You’ll get yours, too,” said Annwn. She halved her section and gave a piece to the puppy. Xavier happily ran off with the food, chomping quickly.

She placed her tiny piece in her mouth and chewed slowly, trying to make the meal last. The others ate as well.

After the meager dinner everyone rested silently. A slight breeze rustled through the forest’s thickly budding crowns, carrying a zephyr across the moist forest floor and into her face, a cool caress that left her shivering.

Panting from his latest workout, Xavier walked up to Annwn looking for more food.

Annwn held up her hands. “There’s none.”

Realizing no food could be had, Xavier jumped into her lap. He fell into a deep sleep, his furry body warming her legs. Annwn nodded off as well.

“Guys,” said Wildwind, forcing Annwn back into the real world, “I know you’re going to hate me for this, but I have a question.”

After a pause, Kwazar said, “Go on, don’t leave us hanging.”

“Well… where exactly is the colony?”

“We already told you,” said Kwazar.

“Yeah, I know that,” he said, irritated. “I mean exactly. The west coast is big. How do we know we’re anywhere near the colony site?”

“Good question,” said Kwazar.

Miranda remained silent.

Annwn gasped in shock and looked at Kwazar. “You mean, you don’t know where the colony is?”

He shook his head, “No.”

She sank low, sliding down the tree she leaned against. “We might as well just die here.” Sighing, she stared at the tips of her ragged, dirty shoes.

“Don’t say that,” said Miranda, who finally seemed to find the energy to talk. “I’ve been doing some thinking.”

“You have?” said Kwazar, teasing her, tiredly.

She paused to gain her breath. “I remember that the colony is just south of thirty-six degrees north.”

“And,” urged Wildwind.

“We’re experiencing seasons, right?”

“Yep.”

“Which means that we can’t be too far south, or we’d’ve not seen much of a change, not as drastic as the change we’ve witnessed.”

“True, but we could be way far north,” retorted Wildwind.

“Not if we’ve experienced total eclipses. Only regions thirty-seven degrees either way of the equator gets complete blockage of the sun.”

“Great thinking,” commented Annwn. “We may not be all that far after all.”

“Well,” added Wildwind, “she hasn’t exactly pinpointed the colony’s location.”

“No,” Miranda admitted, “I haven’t. I’ve only isolated our position within an area of a few degrees.”

“Yeah, and how big is a degree? One hundred klicks? More?”

“We could still be weeks away?” asked Annwn.

“Yes, I’m afraid so. Sorry for getting your hopes up.”

Everyone quietly stared at the sky, lost in their own thoughts.

Feeling evening’s chill, Annwn wrapped herself carefully in her tattered cloak. Xavier, inside the cloth, snuggled next to her leg and went right back to sleep. “I’m resting, guys.” She lay her head on the cloak’s dirty hood, a meager pillow. Before finally dozing, she wondered if she would wake up choking on a flood of pollen. Hopefully not.

Briefly awaking Annwn, her friends lay next to her, sharing what little warmth they could offer, which, despite her isolation and despair, left her with a very secure, comfortable feeling, one almost like home.

Annwn awoke grasping Xavier tightly in a pitiful attempt to get as much warmth from his scrawny body as she could. Miranda held her just as firmly, shivering from the cold. Bright streamers of sunlight poured between the green water-lily-like foliage of the circuleaf trees, casting circular and triangular pincushion shadows on the loamy soil. The day would warm soon, judging by Barnard’s brilliant white luminescence.

The foliage wasn’t there yesterday! Yet there the leaves were, covering all the trees in a dense canopy of green like none other she had seen since leaving Earth. Today would be the day, the great pollen burst.

She didn’t know whether just to lie on the ground, hugging Xavier for comfort and succumb to the inevitable, or run. Indecisive and very tired, she momentarily studied the beauty of a world that she grew up thinking was too far away for her ever to visit in person, a world almost magical in its distance and in the marvels which thrived on its surface. Now she was here, in a wonderland gone mad, a wonderland that could kill with a single breath, a world to be feared and respected.

A breeze picked up, washing gently through the treetops, carrying a musty, salty scent. She had experienced that smell before, while walking the beaches of Mendocino. What a wonderful time that had been, running back and forth on the sand, climbing rocks, watching huge breakers crash ashore. Swimming among the waves, a large seal had paused and stared intently at her. She never could forget the intelligence behind the gaze—she honestly felt as if the seal studied her more than she studied it.

A strong gust carried the scent thickly into the wood, wafting sharply around her nostrils. She remembered asking her father why the Mendocino wind was so strong, and so cold, despite it being midsummer. He explained the onshore effect, and how warming air from the hot Sacramento valley rose, causing air cooled by the ocean to be pulled inland. The ocean air was fresh air, cleaning San Francisco out on many a summer day that would have been polluted, keeping the city breathing in the twentieth century.

With a surge of adrenaline, she stood up. Xavier wobbled to his feet and stretched. Miranda rolled to her side and moaned. “Everyone!” Annwn yelled. “To the beach! We’re almost there! Run!”

Wildwind pushed himself upright with shaky muscles. Dead leaves fell from his backside. He groggily looked at Annwn. “Huh?”

“The beach,” she yelled, unable to control her excitement, and pointing westward, down the slope, “it’ll be safe there!”

“Come on, guys!” Wildwind urged. He trotted down the hill with a slight stagger, pushing through thick foliage that hadn’t been around yesterday evening.

Kwazar slowly stood up, staring at Miranda’s unmoving form. Looking at Annwn, his expression asked, “You need any help?”

“Get moving,” she said appreciatively. “I’ll attend to Miranda.”

He nodded, understanding. “She’s your best friend.” Turning around, he crashed along the path that Wildwind had made, having a difficult time finding his way among plants which had almost completely rebounded. Xavier, yipping in excitement, followed Kwazar, becoming lost to sight among the greenery.

Kneeling, Annwn gave Miranda a gentle shove. “Are you awake?”

Miranda turned her head and opened crusty eyes. “Barely,” she whispered.

“We’ve got to go,” Annwn said seriously.

Maintaining her whisper, Miranda said, “My body doesn’t want to move.”

Shocked at Miranda’s words, Annwn replied, “You have to!” Annwn helped Miranda to her feet.

Miranda cried out in pain, and shed a few tears. “Oh! My legs. They’re so stiff.”

“You think you can walk?”

Miranda shook her head. “I need help.”

Wrapping Miranda’s arm around her shoulder, Annwn walked in the direction Wildwind and Kwazar had rushed. Miranda shivered, and she took small steps, keeping her legs straight.

Annwn carefully guided Miranda, feeling dizzy, her stomach a creature scratching from within, desperately seeking food.

Xavier continued yapping ahead, a good thing, Annwn realized. His noise would give her something to follow if she lost her direction sense in the densely growing foliage.

“Miranda, I know you’re not feeling well. But we’ve got to hurry. These plants aren’t waiting.”

“I’m trying,” Miranda gasped. “Pull me, and I’ll follow.”

Annwn accelerated, running as hard as she thought Miranda could go. Miranda’s firm grip reassured her.

Once barren, the forest floor writhed with stems and leaves from seeds and bulbs that had erupted during the night. The rapidity of growth shocked her. If she were willing to stop, she was absolutely sure that her eyes would catch the vegetation stretching upward in real time.

She forced her tired, aching legs into a faster pace. Miranda breathed in ragged gasps, keeping Annwn’s speed.

Leaves and flower stems grabbed her, wrapping around her tiny wrists and nimble ankles. She got the feeling that the plants were trying to stop her, actually wanted to poison her and Miranda with their pollen. No! She kept pushing forward, twisting and spinning through the dense vegetable matter, carrying Miranda almost solely on her own momentum as if she and her friend were performing a strange dance, an adagio to Bode’s spring. Circuleaf branches slapped her face, snapping with tiny pops. Large budding stalks bowed to her determination. Thick, fleshy leaves whined and crackled underfoot. Trees shuddered their protest as she shoved them aside. Small colorful creatures buzzed their annoyance at her rampage, spiraling around her in a deranged, alien accompaniment.

A fire burned in her chest as her lungs sent their message for more oxygen. She couldn’t feel her legs anymore, and marveled at how the two abused limbs kept moving, carrying her forward through the instant jungle of their own accord. Miranda, she thought, keep moving, please keep moving.

Exotic smells excited her nose, some familiar, some strange. A tangy, minty scent reminiscent of Idaho’s sagebrush after a summer shower. Sharp, musty, like shelf fungus growing in a California redwood forest. Sweet, sugary, as if from the honeysuckles that grew in her backyard. Warm and overpoweringly sour, like the icky tar from La Brea. Luscious pine sap, as if from the stand of Douglas fir she had played among. Spicy eucalyptus, elongated leaves flickering in a cool Sausalito breeze. Nauseating gasoline fumes, left over from a bygone era. A fit of sneezing overtook her, causing her to stagger through the flood of plants. Her sinuses filled with mucus, shutting down the olfactory sense while dribbling from her nostrils.

White flower clusters unfurled around her. As if producing colored smoke, the blooms spewed small clouds of spoor. Pollen drifted directly into Annwn’s reddening face. Surprised that she didn’t die outright, she thought, Maybe one needs to inhale a lot of pollen.

Pseudoinsects pounced upon the blooming stalks with reckless abandon, gathering in a thick multi-hued frenzy, feeding eagerly, their small bodies becoming powder-coated. Some landed on her sensitive cheeks in an effort to eat the little grains that had affixed to her skin. Other microfauna licked at the nectar spattering all over her as generous flowers slapped every extremity. Irritated, she shoved the spherical blooms from her path, slapped the alien bugs from her hair, and shut her eyes against the thick clouds of pollen.

Glancing back through puffy eyes, she saw Miranda quietly crying, tears eroding wavy rivulets over a face coated in ugly patches of sticky plant juices and dried blood from small scratches. She desperately maintained Annwn’s increasingly frantic pace, gripping fiercely with both hands.

Annwn tightly shut her eyes against the blinding luminescence reflecting from the water. Tripping on soft ground—sand!—she fell to her knees, realizing that the cold breath of a fresh wind buffeted her numb, foliage-slapped face. She flopped to the ground, lying prone, her cheek resting in the sand, torso heaving in an attempt to bring oxygen to her deprived muscles. Miranda, gasping, collapsed beside her.

Annwn now knew which race she had been running. And she had won. Her success was enough to calm her. With the feeling of tiny cold feet stepping on her back, she fell asleep.

A low rumbling awoke her. Frightened, she looked up, and regretted the motion for her ravaged sinuses ached severely. Her nose completely stuffed, she had to breathe through a sore mouth. Where were the others? She saw them, lying about in the sand, illuminated by an afternoon sun, all sleeping. Miranda seemed peaceful in her rest.

The breeze had grown strong while she slept, rushing inland with an assuring force. She looked back to the forest from which they had emerged, the wind whipping her long snarled hair about her face, knocking off caked sand.

Her jaw dropped. The mountains glowed with the bright colors of flowers desperate to get their spoor out and about before winter's next onslaught. Insect-like creatures darted in circles, seeking out copious food, glittering in the sunlight as the wind tossed them like snowflakes. Billowing and swirling, a blizzard of pollen made the sky yellow-green, save for the clean stretch behind her, offshore, glowing a refreshing indigo blue.

The wind would carry the eruption of yellow dust deep inland, probably even across the basalt plain to the site of their crash landing. Now she knew why she had been so insistent on walking to the colony, instead of waiting at the smashed shuttle. Their only hope had been to be on the beach, in the safety of the breeze. But would the breeze last through the night, when the inland heating stopped…?

Growing more intense, the rumbling brought flashbacks of the herd that had assailed them. She stood up. Her legs responded with painful spasms and shook continually as she held her stance. Never had she been so weak, so in need of food.

The deep reverberation issued from the north, but she could see nothing over a large dune. Stiffly, she walked to the sandy hill, and began a lethargic attempt to climb the crumbly face. Progress was slow. Xavier ran ahead of her, reaching the top with puppyish ease. Ears blown back by the force of the wind, he stared at something bothersome, his mistrust marked by his down-curled tail.

“What is it now?” she sighed. “What more can this planet throw at us?” She slipped almost as far down as the gain she achieved with each step. She already breathed hard from the effort.

The rumble changed in pitch, almost hurting her ears, drowning out the wind’s sorrowful whistle. She looked up fearfully, realizing that she wouldn’t reach the dune’s top in time. Xavier ran down. A heavy shadow passed overhead, thundering with the intensity of a machine.

Annwn collapsed as Xavier collided with her legs. Her gaze followed the huge, noisy object as she dropped backwards. A ducted-fan craft. The vehicle slowed, turning in her direction. Maybe the pilot saw Xavier standing bravely at the tip of the dune, his beautiful gray coat ruffed by the breeze.

The craft landed at a safe distance, loose sand billowing upward as it delicately touched ground. From her upside-down vantage she could see people exiting the craft. One figure looked like her father. He had survived, which probably meant her mother had as well! “Dad.” She tried to shout the word, but it only came out as a whisper. “I’m glad to see you.” Too distant to hear, he quietly continued his urgent trot across the soft sand. Nevertheless, Annwn found the words satisfying to speak. As he neared, she used what little energy she had left to sit up, surprised by the strong desire for a hug that exploded through the shell of suppressed worries she had about her family. Xavier, standing next to her, ears alert, tail steady, watched the strangers with intense blue eyes. “Don’t worry, Xavier,” she replied, barely able to hear herself. “They’re friends. We’ll be safe now. Go say hi.”

He ran off, stealing the first greeting.

For Sil

I wish to thank these people for their help in making “The Flowers that Bloom in the Spring” a reality: G. David Nordley, Nancy Zuidema, and the members of Avalon Rising, whose music is always an inspiration.

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The Flowers That Bloom in the Spring
by Wolf Read