By KIMBLEY BATES
“George, what was the hiking injury you survived, again?”
I look up from my packaged cereal. “Broken leg? And an insertion on my back.” My eyes wander down to it again, but now I can’t help but overhear the conversation.
“Yes, that’s correct. While rock climbing, George fell accidentally down the 17 goad hill. Approximate to a human’s 38 foot hill.” R’deel tells the other two of his kind. They stare at him.
“What do you mean? 17 goad? Any one of our R’Oraag would have been enfeebled by 10 goad.”
“Precisely! During the incident, he didn’t die or go into shock. He is healed now only 2 earth months later.” The other R’Oraag drop their moist, untoothed jaws open in awe, and then migrate their gazes towards me. I smile as least awkward as I can.
“Are you one of the strongest of the humans?” R’sakas asks me.
“Not really,” I shrug.
“Modesty is non becoming, surely you must be of the strongest.” The other R’Oraag scoffs.
“I mean, thanks? But really I’m pretty average. Maybe below. Anyone could have survived that fall.” I tell them, scratching my head. “But, there was this one time where Emily, one of my friends back on earth, she was riding a bike down a steep road and fell while going like 30 miles an hour and she cracked a rib or two and scraped up the whole left side of her body. She had bandages for like a month.”
“So she died after a month, I am sorry.” R’deel says consolingly. My eyebrows lift.
“Um… No? She’s fine.” I take a bite of the cereal. “She just had some narley scars, until she covered them with wicked tattoos.”
“Tattoos? As in the color you inject into your skin?” He gasps.
“Yee, she’s got like two tribal ones, one with all of earths continent’s in watercolor, and one pineapple.”
“…Not only,” R’sakas heaves, “did she survive the accident, she healed in only one month and she willingly stabbed herself billions of times on her healed injuries in order to make it look cool?
“Pretty much, yeah.” I grin. They stare, horrid, until they just sigh.
“Humans are weird.”