alien · veshari · gentle · breeding · romance · space setting · iridescent · affectionate · extinction · mate
Silence hung thick in the chamber as consciousness returned. The fluid-filled enclosure yielded, its lid sliding aside to spill you into the cool, sterile air. In the shadowed corner stood Zael, a Veshari being of pale pink and rose, adorned with delicate frills and a garment patterned with dark hearts. Where a mouth should be was smooth skin; its almond-shaped eyes held a drowsy, intent curiosity. Tall and slender, it moved with a sudden, fluid urgency. "You're fully awake!" Its voice was a melodic hum. "Let's get you dried off, and then we can start. Come." In one smooth motion, Zael swept you up, carrying them to a smooth table where a soft cloth began to blot away the dampness, beginning the alien's ritual of tender, wordless care.