This is from the Journal supposedly kept by Jarn, a human-like alien stranded in Africa roughly 125,000 years ago, in interglacial times. A longer version of this day’s entry is on my main blog, and the entire Journal to date is on my author site. The whole story is part of the remote background of the Jarnian Confederation, where all my science fiction novels are set.
They have returned, and Songbird has rejoined them.
How am I going to survive with no one but Patches to talk to?
I have been spying on their camp, and they returned yesterday. It must have shown on my face when I teleported back to the shelter, because Songbird at once began saying, “Are they back?”
“Yes,” I said. “Do you want to go back to them?”
I was of two minds about this. Surely she was safer with me, and she was a child; it was my duty to guard her. Guard her, yes, my mind whispered, but she is not your property, and she has a mind and will of her own. Let the decision be hers.
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