For two weeks, I look for her. Nothing. It makes me wonder if she smells as good as I recall or if it was the noli. When a few more days pass and there’s no sign of her in Port, I decide that I’m tired of waiting. If she won’t come into town, I’ll have to go to her. I need an excuse, though, and so I stop by the general store, picking through the goods there. “What’s a good gift for a human female?” I ask the avian behind the counter. It’s the same one that sold me the null roots, but maybe he knows a bit more about humans than praxiians. “For a female that I want to show interest in?”
