“The hair was thick, soft, and smooth. Buster looked at her with huge golden cat-eyes and communicated warm feelings of friendliness, bordering on affection. Certain filaments of the strange and complex organ which blossomed antlerlike from Buster's head appeared to undulate slightly. The organ, a light pink in color, looked somewhat like a stand of coral, with fine, featherlike hair covering some of the thinner tendrils. “Yeah, I like you, too, Buster,” Deena said. “I started to like you when I... found out you wasn't gonna eat me." Barnaby lay in the grass with his head resting on the tawny flank of the one they had named Jane. Her purring had a strangely tranquilizing effect, and he felt at peace. He was watching the floating rectangle of the portal, which had steadily but slowly descended over the last few hours. It was now only about seven feet off the ground. “If I could chin myself, I could get up there,” he said. “But I know I can't chin myself." “Don't worry, it'll come down,”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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