When a supposed flapjack destroys Jekkh's planet, she relocates to a whole new system to start a new life. But after discovering her planet's long-lost artifact, Jekkh must step into a role she feels unfit for and unite her scattered people across t...
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RIIRII X'EAA
The ocean thrummed in the distance as the early birds sang their songs of peace. The gentle breeze nudged at Jekkh's half-asleep figure in her bed. It was nice to be home. She missed waking up to the mornings of Jjjeeerrroooaaaa. Jekkh's eyes snapped open. The view of the bright, ornate wallpaper across the vast room startled her up to a sitting position. Where was she? This was far from home.
Then it came back to her. For a moment she had been able to believe her planet's destruction was a cruel nightmare that passed with waking, but it wasn't. It was all too perfect to keep her in the misbelief. The bed was too soft, the blankets too snug, the wind too sweet.
Jekkh groggily rubbed her eyes, blinking back the slip that tugged at her eyelids. Though she had slept good hours in space for the past week or so, her body hadn't been able to fully rest due to her great fears of flying and how every time she closed her eyes, she'd think about how she is not home and something horribly wrong had happened. At least, with the newest technologies, the ship's atmosphere and schedule had slowly gotten her adjusted to where she needed to be to function on Riirii X'Eaa without getting atmoshocked.*
But, she still was space sick.
Shaking off the dizzy feeling, Jekkh swung her legs over the edge of the tall bed, not yet accustomed to the height of Riian beds since the locals had quite longer limbs than the average Jeroaan. Hopping down, Jekkh's feet were greeted by the fuzzy faux fur carpet of some zig-zag-patterned animal. The chilly breeze made her shiver so she tiptoed over to close the balcony door she had left open.
Pitter-patting back to the carpet as fast as she could, she was glad to be off the cold tile. Whoever created the tile forgot to test it in cold weather. It kept cool in the heat, but it most definitely stayed cool in the cold.
Jekkh was not used to the cold. Back on Jjjeeerrroooaaaa, she and her parents had been stationed in the country of Hiiilaaann which was near the equator of the planet. She had gotten used to the dry island's heat and humidity. But for an ocean planet, Riirii X'Eaa was quite cold.*
Jekkh also thought that the rooms would be a lot warmer if they had been smaller. Growing up in a two-room portable home made her feel quite a lot smaller than she already was when standing in the echoey chambers they called bedrooms. Once again, the room's design confused Jekkh with the large bed with white fuzzy blankets rolling off the side of the mattress like a snowy waterfall. There was a desk and chair of some sort, but she didn't know what she'd use a desk for. She did, however, enjoy the plants that hung in an arch around the head of the black-framed bed.
She walked past the luggage of hers that was set in her room the night before, taking the large door in hand to swing it open. A chandelier twinkled from the open-glass ceiling as a singular sun shone in the sky above. She must have really slept in. She must have needed it.
