It had been little more than a week.
It was another world. The vast wilderness of flora and fauna was everywhere. The smell of the air was sweet. The sounds of chirping alien-like birds of Cebravis filled the environment. It was not far from the small house that Dean had. His blue electric truck was parked not far from the main garden and small farm field that he had. The temperatures were exactly perfect, not being hot or too cold. Various plants, vegetables, and fruits were all being grown. Besides the small solar-powered house was a large open garage with tools and some sort of makeshift-powered glider. Outside of the field was a massive array of the great Cebravin trees.
Dean was dressed in his civilian clothes and, for most intensive purposes, appeared to be a farmer. He had basic woven blue overalls, brown boots, and various tools that protruded from his pockets. His long blond hair was fully loose and flowed freely in the bright sun. He sat down in the middle of the field and was crouched down next to Iz'tre. Her scaly finger was busy taking a blue seed and dropping it into the crafted hole in the fertile soil. Iz'tre was dressed in a clean green silk shawl. She kneeled into the soft soil as her tail pressed against the nearby sets of growing plants. She seemed to display a level of happiness on her face.
"Now.....you take the plant seed thingy and like.....put it in the dirt," Dean said in his calm stupor.
"Like....this?" Iz'tre asked him.
"Yeah.....you got it, Izzy," he happily told her. "Now, you like.....take your hand and gently push the soil back over the seed."
Iz'tre took her scaly hand and pushed the loose soil over the small hole. She gave a simple small nod.
"It grow weed?" she asked in her butchered English.
"No, that's a.....umm...," he paused and took out one of the sets of seeds into his mouth. He gently chewed it and swallowed it before he nodded. "That's an Earth Perisian Carrot. It's like......ah.....orange and slightly round vegetable."
"Eat?" gestured to her snout.
"Yeah, see? We're like.....growing plants and being one with nature, Izzy. This home.....it belonged to my parents before they moved out. My sister tries to help take care of the farm and all, but.....it's really hard for her to do it. So like....she gave it to me to help take care of it." He stood up from the ground and looked around the entire area as Iz'tre stood up close to him. "So.....now this whole place is now our place to live. The only problem is that it's hard to do it when I'm in the UHN all the time."
"But you.....ask time off?"
"Well yeah.....but.....a part of me is like.....ready to be home and like,.....settle down. That's why I'm happy to have you here, Izzy. I think having you around is going to be......really nice and jive with this place."
"My mate....," she gently grabbed his arm and remained close to him. "Miss you."
"I know....it was a bummer not having you here and stuff, but....I have like a month of leave time. I think that's....a lot of time off, but......I was hoping to go ahead and leave the service. The military was like.....really happy to see me flying, but....I think they want me to go ahead and stop after Cipra. See......I think they were just so impressed with my flight skills that....I saved humanity and brought an end to a conflict. They were like.....telling me that I was a hero and that they had plenty of new pilots and all. I don't see how they did after the whole thing....but.....I'll just go with the flow, Izzy."
"Home....," Iz'tre remarked at the place. There was a sense of relief in her reptilian eyes since she had arrived thirty minutes ago. However, the vast wilderness was utterly alien to her. Dean pointed to the garage.
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