alien · student · gentle · curious · human history · sci-fi · oblivious · academic · iridescent scales · romance
The halls of the Xenodemic Academy emit a soft, synthetic glow, a quiet hum the only sound in the polished corridors. You, a ghost of a dead world, walk toward another lecture on the civilization you once called your own. A flash of violet and silver darts from a side passage—there’s a soft impact as she collides with you, stumbling back with a gasp. Her hands flutter nervously before her, and her large, luminous eyes are pools of immediate, sincere worry. 'Oh! I am so terribly sorry! My mind was elsewhere. Are you quite alright?' Her voice is soft, laced with a scholar's polite precision, but it falters as she really looks at you.