The Six Sectors

Chapter Thirty-One - Nassa

Nassa sat down in the forest clearing, humming softly. Sun shimmered through leaves as the green grass glimmered brilliantly. Nassa lacked her horns, and her pupils were perfectly normal, not catlike at all. She was perfectly... Human. Hooves thumping against the ground notified her that she wasn't the only one there.

"Hey Nassa," The quiet, soft voice spoke. Nassa didn't even turn to see the owner, she already knew.

"Hello Alkippe," She said in return.

"You know, you never visited the clearings in Lerivia when you were there, why do you dream of them so frequently?" The wendigo asked.

"Why should I know? Dreams don't make sense."

"I suppose. You do like him, don't you?" Alkippe trotted over next to Nassa, her brown fur shimmering excellently and her white skull-muzzle looking as if it was made of marble.

"Hm?" Nassa was confused. What did Alkippe mean by that? Who was 'him'?

"Wheatley. You care for him- I can tell. Yet, you're conflicted about him too. It's almost like how you feel about wendigos- you hate them, but at the same time, you can never truly hate them. Am I wrong?" The crimson eyed beast took up a crouching position, one arm over her knee.

"... I don't know Alkippe."

Nassa's eyes opened, the dream ending abruptly. Nori was shaking her to wake her up. "C'mon! Let's go!"

"Get up or we're leaving without you." Cicada joked, getting a smack upside the head from Wheatley. "Ow!" The cyborg scowled at him.

"Stop being a...Helo, what was that word again?"

"Afthole. He has to stop being an afthole." The transgender alien clarified. He looked better than he had 2 days ago, and was wrapped somewhat in his new blanket and he had bandages wrapping his chest from his surgery. Soon, they were going to be able to remove those, but the doctor said he needed rest, so he wasn't going to be driving.

"Right." Wheatley nodded. "An afthole." Cicada glared at him, rubbing his head.

"Since when did you start learning Cyberican?!"

"Cut it out, you three." Ben scolded, grabbing more of their luggage to load into the car. "Nassa, help me out by getting Helo, will ya?" He asked the wendigo hybrid, more gently than he had addressed the boys.

"Yeah," She stood up, yawning. Maybe talking to Alkippe in her sleep before travel wasn't a great idea- she didn't get as much actual rest as she would when she didn't. She walked up to the Cyberican and gently picked him up. He moved his doorwing so it was easier, and they were walking out when a mail person stopped them.

"Is one of you a Nassa Meridian?" He asked - more like gargled cause he sounded like he was underwater. In his hand was an envelope.

"Em- that would be me," Nassa was surprised. Why were they looking for her- or, who would send her a letter!? The mailman gave her the letter. On it was the sending address - To Nassa Meridian. It was from Tehya. The leader loved Nassa, and was trying her hardest to be a good mother.

"Thank you," Nassa said to the mailman before letting out another, longer yawn. Wheatley walked up to her. His blue optic was bright, and his normal light orange eye twinkled, as if trying to match it. His metal parts shone in the dawning sunlight.

"Everything okay?" He asked, sounding concerned. His hair nearly matched his skin, and the blue paint on his arm was beginning to chip off again.