Re: Life in the Mileu - Julian May Fanfiction

Expedition
Tallynak Simrantak and his partner Keldina Simrantak,Simbiari naturalists, =
were in Namibia on Earth, on the Spitzkoppe mountain ranges, collecting pla=
nt species.  They had come accross the Gemsbok tail grassland (the scientif=
ic name of Stipagrostis hochstetteriana var. secalina grassland), and were =
in a campfire, stewing up the grass.
'This appears to be approximately correct,' said Tallynak, later that night=
, with the liquid from the stewed grass in a glass bottle.  They had stewed=
 the grass first, then taken out the plants, and poured the liquid into the=
 bottle.
'Should be fine,' replied Keldina, disinterested.
'You are still missing home?  This expedition is for only 7 months.  We agr=
eed before we started we'd do the research.  Namibia and the A.C.T. of Aust=
ralia are barely touched in our studies of grasslands fauna, and these shou=
ld be ideal as syrups.'
The Simbiari had a particular fondnes amongst naturalists in their communit=
ies for plant based syrups which they used in their cooking and meals.  Gra=
sslands from Earth were particularly prized, and Namibia and some places in=
 Australia had not been touched much yet in the life of the Milieu.
'Wrath worries me,' said Keldina.
'It's none of our business what that vial fallen one wants to get up to.  R=
ogatien can handle our concerns on the issue.  We're barely involved.  Our =
sponsor is extremely operant, and the encounter was very challenging in the=
 desert last month, but Albek confronted Wrath, and prevented him from acce=
ssing our memories.  We'll be fine.  Wrath is long gone.'
'Still I worry,' said Keldina.  Father was heavily involved with the founda=
tional years of the Milieu and the early Operants in relation to Earth.  Wr=
ath knows I have knowledge which he can use. We'll never be safe here.'
'Life is for the brave, Keldina,' said Tallynak.  'Now come, let us have a =
little of this syrup for supper, and we'll find sleep.'
Yet while Keldina enjoyed the taste of the liqueur in its early form, she c=
ould not rest that night, the memory of Wrath and a dark encounter not that=
 long ago still fresh in her memory.
The End