them.”
Trin nodded. Her gaze never wavered from Frieda’s face. “You could go find them. Then you could come back if you wanted to. We aren’t going away.”
“Does that happen?” Frieda asked. “Do people go back and forth?”
“Well, not really,” Trin replied. “Very rarely, a group of Aqinas will travel up onto land to intervene when the other factions get too violent with each other, but they don’t stay long before they come back. Sometimes the other factions call on the Aqinas to negotiate a peace agreement when no one else can. That’s the advantage of staying neutral.”
Frieda nodded. “I heard about that, but Aqinas don’t go up onto land and then come back any more than other Angondrans come down here into the deep ocean and then go back. That wouldn’t happen.”
Trin dropped her eyes to her lap. “You’re right. It wouldn’t happen. It couldn’t. The algae that allow us to live here couldn’t survive any extended time out of the water.”
“Thanks for saying that, though,” Frieda went on. “It shows you care about me, but if left here to find my sisters or my cousin, I would never be able to come back.”
The faintest touch of a smile brightened Trin’s face. “At least you’re thinking about it. I’m glad you’re happy enough here to consider staying.”
“Do you want me to stay?”Frieda asked.
“Of course,” Trin exclaimed. “We all want you to stay very badly.”
“Why?” Frieda asked. “I don’t see why you would make such a big deal over a stranger.”
“Isn’t it obvious?” Trin asked. “The Aqinas suffered the same loss of females the other factions did when the plague devastated our planet. We’re desperate for any woman who wishes to join us.”
Frieda’s eyes popped open. “I didn’t know that.”
“Didn’t the other factions tell you about the plague?” Trin asked.
“Sure they did,” Frieda replied. “But everyone assumes the Aqinas escaped it. Don’t ask me why. Maybe it’s because all the other factions asked the Lycaon to send human women to them to help rebuild their populations, but the Aqinas never did.”
“We would never do that,” Trin exclaimed.
“You should,” Frieda urged. “The other factions say all kinds of terrible things about the Aqinas. If they knew you needed females as badly as they do, the other women might want to come here.”
Trin regarded her with sparkling eyes. “Would they really? If you had known what Aqinas territory was really like, would you have chosen to come here of your own free will?”
Frieda looked down at her hands. “Well, no, I can’t say I would.”
Trin laughed. “Sasha told me the same thing. She said she would never have come here if she’d know what it was going to be like. She said it’s too foreign to what you’re used to on land. But now that she’s been here a while, she’s used to it, she has family and friends, and she’s happy here.”
As if in answer to their conversation, a shadow crossed the doorway and Sasha herself entered the room. Frieda raised her eyes to her face, and Sasha smiled at her. She greeted several different women in the room before she sat down next to Frieda. “I thought you’d be here. How are you finding everything?”
Frieda looked around the room. “It’s hard to complain, but it’s still a long way from what I’m used to. I still feel like a fish out of water.”
Sasha laughed. “Just keep breathing, little fishy, and let these women take care of you. You’ll be all right.”
Frieda glanced around the circle of white-clad figures. Every woman in the room glowed with inner light. Not even Jen, with the obvious signs of advancing age, showed any blight of ill-health or mental weakness. They all engaged in animated conversation and lively intimacy with each other.
“All these women,” Frieda remarked. “How could your population be in danger with women like these around?”
“I know what you’re thinking,” Trin