style closely woven over her head. And the jewellery most wore, simple necklaces and bracelets made from natural materials. ‘Native’ seemed to be the right word.
Tullia felt herself sinking deep into the energy field of the village, information flooding in. The girl and boy were brother and sister. She was responsible for the younger girls as she was the oldest girl-not-yet-woman.
That must mean she’s in her second Era.
Tullia thought.
Yet
s
he’s much too small to be that old. Can’t be more than six or seven.
Tullia saw sunbeams spreading across the ground. The sand became darker red and the individual grains grew larger and started to move into a pattern. She felt meaning unfolding…
‘Data overload,’
her Intuition said. And she toppled towards the dark red ground.
CHAPTER 5
A DANGEROUSDESCENT
Qwelby felt his twin sag against him as she returned.
‘EPT,’ she murmured. ‘HornsFlute! It was amazing.’ She knew her eyes were twirling rapidly. So rapidly she felt dizzy. ‘Tell later.’ She snuggled her head against her twin’s shoulder. Well, he always wanted to look after her. He could. Just for now.
EPT, Qwelby mused, Extra Physiological Travelling, a fancy title used for travelling out of one’s normal body. The easiest way for any Tazian to do that, and all they could manage at their age, was to use what was termed the InForming Matrix: the energy body that in essence was the blueprint for their own fifth dimensional Forms.
Qwelby felt nice, cuddling his twin. She was ten minits older than him, and to his intense annoyance not only believed but acted as though she had to look after him. But it was his duty to look after her, she was only a girl. And he sensed she wanted reassurance that the icy fingers he sensed in her were not premonitions. How could they be?
By itself, using the InForming Matrix for travelling was not a matter for concern. They had done it before with special preparation and as a form of lucid dreaming, but this was completely different. They had only been looking at pictures.
With that they agreed that they needed to share the detail of what each had experienced.
‘I’d like to go there for real, meet the people I was with. Their lives look so different from ours,’ Tullia murmured later, still deep amongst her memories from the sharing. Perhaps it was the strangeness of still allowing herself to enjoy being comforted by her younger twin that let her be enfolded in his excitement at the more vivid sensations he had experienced.
Qwelby could not believe his ears. When he talked about visiting Earth, it always started one of their arguments. He never understood why. She enjoyed looking at Azuran flikkers as much as he did. Admittedly for different reasons: he was into adventure whereas her interests were more for clothes and hair styles.
‘I like the heat,’ he said, turning to look at his twin. ‘But I prefer snow and skiing to having sand getting into everything.’
‘One world each and we’ll share experiences,’ she suggested.
‘Yeah. Double the fun,’ he said with a laugh, knowing it could never happen.
In the dark their eyes appeared brighter than normal. Each saw the others gently twirling. Mentally they shared that each had experienced the same sensation: as though every cell in their bodies had tingled, accompanied by a impossible sense that that had happened before – a long, long time ago.
Tullia pulled herself out of her dreamy state and her twin’s encircling arms, and rubbed the centre of her forehead, watching him rubbing the crown of his head. Their eyes twirled faster as they wondered at their actions: as if they had just removed the headgear they had worn for playing Dragons and Unicorns when they were younger.
‘Let’s find the Morgarcon and discover a way out,’ Tullia said, breaking the discomforting sensation.
‘Anything useful in the bag?’ Tullia asked when the torchlight had not shown any signs of a