I was five before I saw my first Vylid. My father took me from the village down the long dirt road to the trading post, a four hour walk. There happened to be a Vylid trader there. I remember being told not to stare. From my father’s deference I somehow understood there was danger; no one explained why or what kind.
I was twelve when I saw my first Booroo. My father took me aside and said, “Don’t look a Booroo in the eye. Don’t piss one off. They can kill Humans or Vylid without consequences. It’s their planet. Remember.”
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