you the abbey. They are not too far from the house.
He circled and began a slow undulation back toward the direction they had initially come from.
Zel had to admit it was a fascinating way to travel, even if the slow movement of the warm scales under her thighs felt like a caress.
When they passed the shoreline, he headed north instead of south. They cruised over trees, fields and a small lake before the large structure loomed out of the landscape.
Zel perked up and watched as small figures came out to watch them. When Rad circled and began to descend, she hung on tight.
She didn’t feel dressed to meet people with a religious bent, but when he landed and the crowd came to meet them, she knew she had no choice. The clothing that the bots had dressed her in were barely opaque. The top was gauzy and a similar blue to that of Rad’s skin, but she wore nothing beneath it. The light froth of her skirt was the same fabric. Her soft navy-blue boots came to her knees. She was covered, but she wasn’t going to church covered.
When he set himself down, she swung her leg over and slid down his shoulder to meet the incoming crowd.
The moment she got a good look at the monks, she was far less worried about what she was wearing, and she was accepting that the weather here must be very temperate. They wore hip wraps in varying shades and that was all.
She saw at least fifteen different skin shades and configurations of species in the crowd. This wasn’t one race getting together to create a commune, this was a place where all were welcome.
A woman came forward; her hair was long and silky black. Her species was very familiar and her golden skin glowed with health. She was Terran.
Rad changed into his normal form, and one of the monks came forward with a fold of fabric in royal blue.
Rad smirked and put the wrap around his hips.
The man at the head of the gathering stepped toward Zel and smiled. “Welcome to the abbey, mistress.”
She smiled. “Thank you for your welcome.”
Rad finished fiddling with his clothing, and he made the introductions. “Zelia, this is the organizer and brother in control. Reverend Brother Miklassi, this is my...companion, Zelia of Terra.”
The Terran woman in the crowd grinned brightly and gave a small wave.
Miklassi chuckled. “We have one of those as well, mistress. Your structure is similar, but your features are definitely different.”
Zelia smiled. “Our ancestors took different evolutionary paths, and we adapted to our environments. For my ancestors, it was cold with harsh sun, and for hers, it was more of a tropical environment.”
The woman came forward. “Welcome, Mistress Zelia. This Drai has been waiting for a very long time.”
Zelia extended her hand. She was not going to hug the bare-breasted woman.
“My name is Suri. You can either call me sister or Suri.” Suri smiled and clasped her forearm for a moment before letting go.
Zelia nodded. “Suri then. How long have you been here?”
“Seven years. I was in the first wave that left, and I was brought straight here. I have enjoyed my life of contemplation and harmony.”
Several of the monks were staring at them, but most of those gathered were interested in Rad.
Rad smiled at her. “If you wish to have a conversation with her, feel free to have her show you the grounds, Zelia.”
“How long will we be here?” She frowned.
“Until you ask to go home.”
Suri smiled. “The tour will be quick.”
Zel nodded. “I think that will be fun.”
Suri gestured toward the walls that surrounded the huge expanse of the abbey. “Please come with me.”
Zel followed her through the crowd, and when they had made it to the other side, Suri linked arms with her. They walked through the gates, and Zel noted them.
“Why the huge gates?”
“The beasts of the field and forest scent some of our activities and try to come in. Master Ahku helped build the walls when the first members of the abbey arrived.”
Zel nodded
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