Changing the subject...

You sat there, and drew the parallels and differences between your life and hers in your head.

You hold her in your arms and comfort her. She rests her head on your shoulder, and tears roll down her cheek.

"So what's this Earth like, anyway?" you ask after a few moments.

"Well, I only visited one part of it, but just from that part, I can tell you that humans vary in many more ways than a lot of other species do. Such as skin colors. Some are dark, some are light, some are in-between. Same goes for hair color, some humans have red-orange hair, others brown, others black. I saw a few yellow-haired humans, but mostly brown and black. And I don't think any of them judged each other negatively just because of their color differences.

The planet itself is nice, very industrial, but not completely. Blue sky and blue water, with white clouds, green leaves and grass, and a yellow star for a sun and one moon."

"Sounds nice," you say, imagining it as best you can. "Not like our home planet. Of course, Tamaran doesn't need 'industry', since we Tamaranians don't need machines; our own super strength allows us to move heavy things with ease, and our flight ability allows us to travel long distances quickly without vehicles."

You slouch a bit, resting your head on Blackfire's shoulder.

"And normal Tamaranians don't need to worry about being different, they're all the same: red hair, golden-orange skin, and green eyes. Those who can shoot starbolts shoot green ones, and same goes for lazer eyes."

Blackfire predicts where you are going with this.

"But we're not normal, are we?"

"No," you answer blandly. "We're different. But we shall show everyone that being different doesn't make you strange, it makes you strong! We shall show them that nothing but X'hal himself can stop the two of us!" (NOTE: X'Hal is the god Tamaranians worship)

Your lips meet, and you can still taste pear-cherry juice on Blackfire's soft gold-orange lips. You hold her tight, and surprisingly, she returns the embrace. Perhaps she is warming up to you more than she says...

You pull yourselves apart, and recline back in the pod's little chair. Blackfire scoots to get comfortable, and places your arms over her waist like a belt. Your eyes watch over her shoulder as her breathing makes her chest move up and down. Up, down, up, down...

Your eye-lids become heavy, you can't keep them open. They slowly close, and you drift off to sleep.