The albino wasn't an immortal, so Jan assumed he must be here on holiday. Surely nobody came to this quiet little town for business.
He was feeling reckless. Heck, why not?
"If I told you I was looking for a way to get back to my home planet, which happens to be a few light years away from here, you'd probably call me a liar... so I won't."
Let him make of that what he would.
Jan laughed. "It's more believable than some tales I've heard. Do you have wings as well?"
As far as he was concerned aliens were more believable than angels in any case. Maybe this one was simply more honest than the rest?
"Wings? No." He gave a wry smile. "Wouldn't do me any good if I had them," he said. "I could hardly 'walk home' that far."
"So, you're not from the same planet as the winged people? Have you met them, by the way? I'm not sure whether they have a ship, but it can't hurt to ask. Maybe they can give you a lift."
Jan wasn't quite sure whether he was serious or playing along with a joke himself.
"I've met one," Atlan said. "He doesn't have a ship. I asked. No, they're not from my home world. Or, not that I know of."
What the heck, he had told a lot more than he usually did anyway. Let him know the rest and make of it what he wanted. He was probably thinking it was all a great joke or game anyway.
"I haven't been home in ten thousand years."
"Ten thousand ..." but he didn't feel an immortal aura. Jan fell silent while he contemplated possible explanations.
"Are your people generally this long lived?" he asked finally. After all, unless the man was insane, he wasn't human and might not have a human lifespan. Or even a human perception of time.
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Date: Saturday, 15 October 2011 20:29 (UTC)He was feeling reckless. Heck, why not?
"If I told you I was looking for a way to get back to my home planet, which happens to be a few light years away from here, you'd probably call me a liar... so I won't."
Let him make of that what he would.
Jan laughed. "It's more believable than some tales I've heard. Do you have wings as well?"
As far as he was concerned aliens were more believable than angels in any case. Maybe this one was simply more honest than the rest?
"Wings? No." He gave a wry smile. "Wouldn't do me any good if I had them," he said. "I could hardly 'walk home' that far."
"So, you're not from the same planet as the winged people? Have you met them, by the way? I'm not sure whether they have a ship, but it can't hurt to ask. Maybe they can give you a lift."
Jan wasn't quite sure whether he was serious or playing along with a joke himself.
"I've met one," Atlan said. "He doesn't have a ship. I asked. No, they're not from my home world. Or, not that I know of."
What the heck, he had told a lot more than he usually did anyway. Let him know the rest and make of it what he wanted. He was probably thinking it was all a great joke or game anyway.
"I haven't been home in ten thousand years."
"Ten thousand ..." but he didn't feel an immortal aura. Jan fell silent while he contemplated possible explanations.
"Are your people generally this long lived?" he asked finally. After all, unless the man was insane, he wasn't human and might not have a human lifespan. Or even a human perception of time.