Prophecy of the Circle
I really, really, really, really, really want to write a sci-fi about how the tikedi fare in the universe when they get out there.
I bet anyone with Tieke roots would absolutely thrive in microgravity. Just like swimming (well, sorta kinda)
I’m not sure if this is a potential spoiler or not. It’s an old bit of imagery from one of the earliest versions of this story, but it hasn’t found a place in the new version. Maybe the tower, though. You might see the tower again.
Crop tops and soda! Seems very Derec. If it weren’t for that fur coat, he’d be perpetually sun-burned, the doof.
A pensive little Jahrd who looks like he got left to his own thoughts for a little while too long. Someone come interrupt him! I think he’d thank whoever did.