After Avira could take hold of my left forearm hand, I noticed.
She was admiring my fingers with hers. She only had three, and I had five, and she suddenly wanted to respect my hands even though both of them were covered by the fabricated gloves from the space suit I was wearing, even though she and I couldn't feel each other's bare skin or flesh.
I even noticed that she didn't have what appeared to be a hard-shelled body and that her body looked to have the physiology of skin and fur, which seemed to be what she had.
After realizing that Avira was still admiring my gloved fingers and me watching her, even though she didn't seem to notice me staring at her in confusion.
She looked at my fingers in curiosity before she looked at me, realizing but noticing the facial expression I was giving her. She seemed to see and know what I was giving her the look for, and that's when she took her hand from my hand away from hers.
"My Apologies...I didn't mean to discomfort you." Avira said, sounding a bit concerned and soothing altogether.
I felt a little strange about why I felt this way, and I was even more confused about why I liked the sound of her voice; it was calm, soothing, and caring.
Before I could continue with her soothing voice, she asked me a question I could hear from my train of thought.
"Forgive me again, but I didn't know your name yet, or do you not have a name?" She asked.
I saw a hint of red hue on her light-yellow furred cheeks, which confused me about their physiology all over again.
The blood vessels in the bodies of the anthro honey bees seemed to have similar chemical features to those in the human body.
In the human body, blood vessels are widened by the biochemical in the human body called adrenaline, which causes the vessels in our body to expand and causes humans to blush.
The veins in our faces respond to the adrenaline and start to grow, which seems to be what the anthro honey bees have.
And that makes total sense because they are as alien to me as I am to them.
After a moment of my train of thought and hoping that Avira didn't read or sense my deep thinking, I asked her a question that I hoped wouldn't offend her, if it would or not.
"Couldn't you have sensed my name in my head instead?" I said, sounding a bit blunt and essential because it would've been easier for her to do that than ask me verbally, and I would tell her myself.
I was confused about why she wanted me to tell her myself, which confused me, but I ignored it. I hope it was for a good reason.
Looking at her she looked away from my gaze slightly, and it seemed that she was either awkward or embarrassed, which confused me even more.
I felt a surge in my brain, and I knew instantly that she was sensing my mind. And after what felt like a second of the sense in my mind.
She looked at me with a look of confusion and a combination of a look I couldn't quantify because it looked as if she was irritated by my question, assuming that I asked a very dumb and yet stupid question.
And which I regretted asking.
"I would have, but that would've been impolite for me to do, besides I...I appreciate the way you talk." She said, sounding stern yet trying to keep her tone at a minimum of seriousness, but I could tell there was a hint of awkwardness when she finished the last part of her sentence.
I was confused by this and was wondering, after what felt like only 15 minutes of a groundbreaking extra-terrestrial conversation, this being that she was one, taller than me, and two, she was giving me strange yet weird looks, which I couldn't understand. Three, she was starting to appreciate the way I talked.
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The Goddess
Science FictionAdam Armada, a flight and mechanical engineer on the ship, crash-lands in a world of magical and fantasy beings and creatures of different shapes and sizes. If he and the others are to return to their lives on Earth, he must find the other survivors...