They
found Charm-Charm under a massive stone bridge which lay across a
field and was too high to connect anything to anything else. She was
standing in one of the arches, leaning against the cool, damp stone,
smoking a cigarette. She nodded politely to Daisy Chain, then gave
Sally a judgemental once-over. “Is this who you wanted me to
meet?” She sneered. “She looks human.”
“She
is human,” Daisy Chain said, a bit abruptly. “Earth born. Don't
pretend you can't tell the difference.”
Charm-Charm
bristled. “So she's human. Why have you brought her to me?”
“There
are raiders after her.”
“And?”
“And
we want to get to them first.”
“And?”
“And
when a lack of hunters presents itself, who would you rather be
killing?”
Charm-Charm
shrugged. “Fair point. Why are they after her? Is she Dust
heavy?”
“Not
especially, no.” Daisy Chain looked down at his feet, embarrassed.
“A bit. She's the last of my humans.” Sally didn't know if he
was embarrassed because he had humans or if it was because he
had one as seemingly useless as her. Or was he embarrassed that he
needed help protecting her?
Charm-Charm
nodded, understanding but disapproving. “I see.” She perked up
slightly. “So who are we going to kill?”
