He liked it when she was close by and it was no exception when she came to look at the photograph of a family long dead. She spoke her mind and he looked at her. He nodded, he had to agree with her they were probably the previous owners. They were so strange looking with flat faces and long fur on their head, but from the look of it nothing on the rest of them. They wore clothes too but he didn’t mention to her that was what clothes looked like.
“How could they live with such little fur, or do you think their fur was so fine that it can’t be seen very well? That does look like skin.”
He had seen a baby pigeon chick before when his father showed him. It was just as pink as these people were even in the faded old picture.... well ok not so much pink in the picture but that’s what he was imagining. He set it down when he saw her shivering, getting the same feeling himself he followed behind her, but looked over at an old bookcase. He flipped through one. It was handwriting and something he couldn’t read at all. The words must have been in a different language or writing style than he was use to. He slipped the book back in and took another one out. This one had a picture much like the one he had just shown Palaydrian. It had two people on it and they held each other together. This he thought was a provocative way. He tilted his head, but at the sound of Palaydrian’s voice the book was forgotten as he put it down and went to where she was. At the sight he grinned.
“Now this IS a find! I have had some of this stuff. I was told as long as the bottles aren’t broken and they are sealed they are good, even better the longer they are around. I had some. It’s really strong, shall we try?”
The bottles looked only different in coloration than that of the ones he drank, but he knew it was booze and he had had some with another acquaintance he had met before. He held his hand out and grabbed two of them and showing her them. He wanted her to choose though. He didn’t know what was inside them each was probably a tasty surprise but he knew when he had the alcohol the last time. It was delicious.
Image courtesy of Ed Gaillard
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