stuff if you want to, if it makes you feel better.”
She waved her hand toward the table. A wooden tray Frieda hadn’t noticed before sat on the table, and a dozen different objects covered it. Some looked like moss. Others looked something like crabs. Still others looked like bright purple apples. “What is this stuff?”
“It’s food,” Sasha replied. “It’s Aqinas food, but you don’t have to eat it if you don’t want to. You’re not really hungry, are you?”
Frieda thought about it. “No, I’m not, now that you mention it.”
“You won’t get hungry, or thirsty, or tired, except maybe mentally tired,” Sasha told her. “The algae and the water take care of all our bodily needs so we can live in this world indefinitely. The only thing they can’t provide is the company of other people. We have to do that for ourselves, but this world works remarkably well for that.”
Sasha led her back to the meadow. Frieda turned a complete circle and took in the whole view in the light of her new understanding. “Now what?”
Sasha took a step backwards. “I’ll go now. You know everything you need to know, and if you need me for anything, you know how to find me.” She turned and started walking back toward the wall. “I’ll see you later.”
Chapter 2
Frieda stood in the center of the meadow— her meadow—for a long time. It looked different now that Sasha had explained to her what everything really was. What she originally thought was the sky looked exactly like the surface of water seen from underneath, with the sun refracting through the waves in a myriad of shimmering patterns. The dark shapes outlined against the brightness looked like strange sea creatures drifting across the upper layer of water. The trees really did resemble giant seaweed waving in the current.
Sasha never explained about the wall, and Frieda couldn’t stop her mind from gravitating toward the people near it. They would be like Fritz and Sasha and her—human, at least in appearance and speech and behavior.
After all, what more was there, when it came to interacting with people? She had more in common with these Aqinas than she had with the Lycaon, with their pointed ears and sharp teeth, and the Avitras, with their bright feathers and birdlike eyes. Sasha was right about that part. When it came to relating to people, to making connections with them and enjoying their company, she could find everything she needed here as easily as anywhere else.
Still, she couldn’t get her mind to accept the reality that this place was under the sea, that she was underwater right now, that some black algae was allowing her to breathe. The warm sun on the brittle summer grass, the perfume of the wildflowers, and the shadows of the trees moving across the ground—it all seemed so like Earth. She was home here. She was home after almost a year on this strange planet.
Maybe that’s why she never made a home for herself with the Lycaon or the Avitras. They were too alien. The Earthlike familiarity of the planet couldn’t hide the alien nature of the people. She couldn’t overcome her own prejudice against them.
She wouldn’t have that problem here. Fritz didn’t look alien at all. He was tall and handsome and charming. No wonder Sasha chose him as her mate. Frieda’s eyes gravitated toward the wall again, but even before she had time to wonder if there were any other Aqinas men like Fritz over there, someone split off from the group and came toward her.
Frieda’s heartbeat quickened. What would he be like? Would he be tall and handsome and charming like Fritz? Why did she think that when she hadn’t even wanted to bring a man toward her? She only wondered.
He brushed his hand over the grass the same way she did when she first met Sasha. The motion put her at ease. She wasn’t the only one who felt that comfortable familiarity with this place. He stopped in front of her, and Frieda stared at him. He couldn’t be older than