Damia's Children (5 page)

We can't stand here watching,
Afra added and gently propelled her back toward the Tower.
And don't peek!
At that admonition, Damia had to laugh because he had caught her tendril of thought reaching out to maintain a very light contact with Laria's mind.
We've got those first drones to despatch and I want your entire attention on that transfer, my little love!

Afra was right about keeping her mind on the work at hand, Damia knew. Not the big daddies yet but some very heavy mothers. The mining industry was determined to deliver on time and this first shipment was an earnest of that intention.

The generators were already at peak when Aurigaen Prime and her T-2 mate took their Tower positions. Damia contacted David of Betelgeuse who gave her a cheerful greeting.

I understand we're back to big daddies soon in this rearmament,
David said.

Is it advisable,
Damia replied cautiously,
to bandy about such terms?

Who'd be able to hear us, Damia?

Here you are then, David!
With the skill and ease
of long practice, Damia caught the generators at peak and teleported the ore drones from the mineyards directly to David who would shift them to the refinery awaiting the metal.

Motherhood certainly hasn't slowed you down, has it?

Why should it?

Catch you later!

Catch, you'd better!
was Damia's response and then Keylarion sent her up an urgent incoming load.

In the rhythm of work, Damia forgot about her daughter's first major driving experience.

*   *   *

Laria found the drive exhilarating, only minimally conscious of her passengers, or even her brother who shared the front seat.

It was one thing to teleport herself, which she had done often enough to make it routine, and quite another to be
driving
others in a mechanical apparatus: even if she knew all Tower vehicles were maintained at top efficiency. The sled was dead easy to manage with a yoke for steering and pedals for speed and braking. Even if the power, for some unforeseen reason, went off and the air cushion failed, her reflexes were fast enough to switch to kinetic mode and avoid a hard or abrupt landing. Her father had drilled her on such emergency measures—even before he had allowed her any solo time in one of the smaller sleds.

The most important aspect was that neither of her parents were “peeking.” She, on the other hand, could tell they were both involved in Tower work. They really were allowing her to exercise independent
action. Which she felt to be appropriate since she was so nearly sixteen, and then would be considered “of age.”

The 'Dini village had been constructed on the far side of the city, where the land sloped up to the western plateau. It had been a consolidated effort: Flk and Trp had overseen the project, with some assistance from their Human colleagues and more from the 'Dini professionals in various skills. Once the materials had been assembled, the entire population of Aurigae City had devoted three days to the building of the village, complete with hibernatory, medical and recreational facilities from the 'Dini-originated designs. The plans had drawn admiring support from the Human construction crew, who had passed on their enthusiasm to the whole community. The result was a village of high standard and every comfort that 'Dinis would find on their home worlds.

Laria had a little flurry of nerves as she approached the village vehicle park because 'Dinis were flitting about in the air, using the personal flying equipment they had brought with them, but in a totally random fashion that didn't appear to follow any traffic pattern. Laria was afraid that she might inadvertently cause an accident. Tip clicked encouragingly at her while Huf slid open a window and started crackling at the nearby fliers who then did make way for the sled. Laria landed with no further obstacles.

“Those belts are great, Lar,” Thian exclaimed, craning his neck to watch the rapid maneuvers of the airborne. “D'you think we could get some?”

“When we can teleport anywhere we want to?” asked Laria in amazement.

“Teleporting's not the same thing, Lar,” Thian replied wistfully and ignored his sister's wry snort. “I
like
mechanical things,” he added defensively.

Which his sister knew was very true. Thian was always taking things apart and putting them laboriously back together. Sometimes not so laboriously, if he knew the equipment well enough to use kinesis in reassembly. Their father encouraged the activity though their mother had always appeared skeptical.

Tip, Huf, Mur, and Dip joined them on the hard dirt of the park, each carrying precious baskets of slithers. Zara had hers cradled against her narrow chest, her eyes wide both with her responsibility and her inclusion in this journey.

Tip clucked and pointed one flipper in the direction they were to take—toward the “community” hall. The 'Dinis had opted for a main feeding service and that building also became their meeting and assembly facility. Chairs, and tables for that matter, were not a necessity for 'Dini dining customs. Stacks of bowls were neatly stored to one side and cushions dotted the open floor space. The cushions were occupied as Laria and her brother and sister entered with their 'Dini friends and their appearance occasioned much noise from the expectant 'Dinis. Laria could see that the majority here were young 'Dinis, apprentices who wouldn't work as long hours as the adults but the very ones who would cherish the slithers. The creatures provided endless amusement to 'Dinis though Laria didn't very much appreciate slithers crawling
on her bare skin: it gave her such an odd feeling.

The clacking, clicking, and whistling of the eager young 'Dinis made the distribution of the pets urgent, so that was done, Zara and Rojer deeply thanked, with Tip, Huf, Mur, and Dip doing the translating. The youngsters were sent off with their new acquisitions and the adult females offered the Humans suitable refreshments. Laria, Rojer, and Zara were asked to seat themselves on the cushions and became the object of much poll bowing and eyeing.

“What's so funny about us?” Zara wanted to know.

“I don't think these 'Dinis have seen many Humans,” Laria said quietly. “Yes,” and she caught Tip's hand signals, “these are just mature attendant females who haven't gone out of the village yet.” She signaled another question to Tip. And grinned at the answer. “They thought Humans were something the elder 'Dinis had made up. They are astonished to see that we are real. Tip says they come from a southern continent that isn't very forward. But they needed employment so badly that they couldn't afford to pass up the good pay. They are very pleased to find that the accommodations are every bit as good as they were promised.” Then she laughed again, blushing.

“What's the matter, Lar?” Thian asked, surprised, for his sister rarely colored.

“Tip likes the buff-colored one with the leg stripes.”

Thian pretended to subject the 'Dini to intense
scrutiny and then grinned. “She is rather charmingly marked.”

At which point, both young people laughed because the 'Dini mistook his attention and came hurrying over with her tray of bite-sized edibles.

You're being mean,
Zara said in a scathing tone, narrowing her eyes at her brother and sister.

We aren't, really, Zara,
Laria said, somewhat chastened. Then she turned to Tip and asked it if there was a chance to see the 'Dini living quarters, or if that would be considered an intrusion.

Tip got to its feet, chattering a comment to the marked 'Dini and the others were instantly off their tails and gesturing the Humans toward the door.

“I gather we're to inspect,” Thian said, grinning from ear to ear and signaling Tip that he was very pleased to be accorded such an honor.

Having had 'Dinis roommates in their own quarters all their lives, it was somewhat of a surprise to see what 'Dinis considered suitable accommodations. Heated pools were featured on the lowest level of the five dormitories they were shown. Hatches led from the spacious pool area back into service areas, or so Thian suggested to his sisters. In the foyer of the main entrance, the walls were full of racks fashioned to hold the flying belts which the 'Dinis used for transportation. On the two upper levels, for the 'Dinis preferred to spread out rather than up, long dark corridors bisected the building and on either side were doors into smaller apartments. These included a main room, never very large, the 'Dini equivalent of a water closet—which was, in truth, a closet—and
several sleeping rooms: with what Laria called bunk beds, usually four in each tier, two and three tiers across every wallspace. A small locker was fastened to the end of each bed and in that special personal possessions were kept. There seemed to be no blankets or pillows and Laria wondered that their 'Dinis had always used such comforts.

Adaptable, aren't they?
Thian told his sister as they did the rounds, expressing appropriate approval by signals. Their four 'Dinis returned with signals of pleasure at their responses. Zara was too awed by her surroundings to have any other reaction than a good long look around her.

I wonder why they don't have any windows at all,
Laria said to Thian, having noticed the omission.
That'd be smarter than those lighting bars.

For us, maybe, but let's not ask until we leave here,
Thian said.

I wasn't going to,
Laria said, a little miffed that her brother thought her so lacking in tact.

Didn't think you were. Hey, they do have exhaust fans in the ceilings. Or that's what they look like. Small ones over each bed unless those round things are lights, too. So have our 'Dinis been living in the lap of luxury, or slumming it?

Thian!

He grinned, unabashed.

Their spontaneous tour ended near the entrance to one of the hibernatories. Thian asked Mur if there were five facilities to accommodate the numbers of 'Dinis or to accommodate different continents. Continents, he was informed, so that there would always be a full crew of workers
available in the mines. 'Dinis would honor their contracts.

“Never doubted that for a minute,” Thian said, smiling and nodding approval at Mur.

Although the three young people would never have intruded on such a sacred place, the 'Dinis were suddenly herding them adroitly back to the parking area. The mine whistle blew for a change of shift which speeded up their farewells.

That evening while dinner was being prepared, Laria had a lot of questions for her parents.

Mother, would you say that the 'Dini quarters are luxurious? Or just basic?

Flk and Trp informed us in no uncertain terms,
Damia replied,
that the quarters are of a very high standard and everyone is very pleased with them.

Afra grinned, looking over at Laria from where he was feeding Petra her supper.
Their real delight is the heated pools. Those would apparently have made up for many other shortcomings.

Of which we made sure there were none. Though some of the amenities they did request were a bit odd,
Damia said, frowning slightly.

Like what?
Thian wanted to know.
The exhaust fans or those tube lights?

Damia paused for a moment, considering her answer.
You know, I'm not quite sure.

They don't seem to use bedding or pillows or anything,
Thian went on.
They do here.

Cruel and unusual torments, they are,
Afra said judiciously spooning mashed vegetables into his daughter's mouth.

Ah, Dad!
Thian said.

They adapt to our ways,
Damia said, shooting a quelling glance at her lover.

And I'll have to adapt to their ways?
Laria sounded dubious.

When in Rome
 . . . her father said.

Afra!
Damia turned to reassure her daughter. Laria's time to exchange was nearing and such questions must be answered truthfully.
We asked and asked all the 'Dinis what comforts they needed.
She gave a sigh of exasperation.
They said they needed no special ones. They are quite happy with everything we do for them.

But will I be happy?
Laria replied, wondering how she could ever cope with windowless rooms, exhaust fans and long tube lights. She hadn't really thought about the conditions she'd be faced with on Clarf even if she had never been uncomfortable for a moment with Tip and Huf. At least on her own turf. Or even when they vacationed on Deneb with Great-Grandmother Isthia.

The Tower personnel at Clarf have assured me that they have spacious and elegant quarters,
Damia said so emphatically that Laria began to feel less insecure.

But Lar won't be living at the Tower, will she, Ma?
Thian asked, looking as innocent as his youngest sister.

“Thian!” his father said in a firm voice and Thian immediately subsided.
Of course you will be required to enter a hibernatory for two months out of every year just like every other 'Dini.

His tone was so prosaic that Laria stared at him and then burst out laughing and consequently felt very much better about her future. Another thing: her parents would never have committed her to something that wasn't absolutely safe for her, their eldest daughter. Laria was a little puffed about her
premiere position in the Raven-Lyon family: not badly, but enough for her to be aware of her seniority.

During the next week that was put to practical application as both she and Thian joined their parents in the Tower to shift the first big daddy drones.

“It's the mass that's hard to shift, not the physical weight,” Afra told the two as they settled themselves in the extra couches that had been fitted into the main Tower control room.