The Dark Between The Stars

EIGHTY-THREE
ARITA

King Peter and Queen Estarra made brief formal farewell speeches before Reyn’s much-anticipated trip. Arita made a point of looking cheerful and excited, to show good optimism for his sake. Reyn’s glance met hers, and they both understood. She silently, but fervently, wished him luck, and she held their farewell hug for an extra few seconds.

Queen Estarra gave her son a warm embrace, as did King Peter, and Reyn climbed aboard the Ildiran cutter accompanied by several Solar Navy officers and noble kithmen who had been dispatched by the Mage-Imperator to escort him. An entourage of Confederation ministers, traders, and protocol advisers also went along, supposedly to watch over the Prince, though he said he didn’t need them. Arita shaded her eyes and watched as the colorful alien ship launched up through the open forest canopy.

After her brother was gone, Arita returned to her quarters and began gathering the equipment, supplies, and clothing she would need. Her own expedition would be much closer to home, but she was excited nevertheless. Thankfully, she didn’t need a large crowd with her. She had so much to explore, so much to see and learn—by herself, in the distant, sparsely inhabited continent of the Wild.

Unlike Reyn, Arita managed to depart without ceremony. She took a small flyer and raced across the undulating canopy, rising high enough to dodge cumulus clouds, and then passing over the narrow sea to the shores of the Wild.

Being on the wilderness continent would fulfill a deep need within her, a mission she wished she could have undertaken as a green priest, but she would do it anyway…

While she continued her studies in the Wild, she could survive on whatever the worldforest provided: berries, fruits, nuts, fungi, and edible insects. She could take care of herself. Water would be no problem. Shelter was everywhere.

Though she wanted to be alone for her studies, Arita chose an area not far from where Kennebar and his isolationist green priests had gone. Just in case. She was also interested in finding her reclusive aunt Sarein, whom she suspected was a kindred spirit.

Arita circled until she found a meadow broad enough to land. Everything around her was lush and unexplored, much like when the first colonists had landed from the generation ship Caillié, more than two hundred years ago. She had brought hundreds of sample cases, five types of imagers and DNA modelers, so she could keep accurate biological records of new species she catalogued. She might be a Princess, but in her heart she had always wanted to be a naturalist.

She could study fascinating flowers on one day, beetles another day, or maybe worms that tunneled in the deep forest mulch. She kept journals of climbing berry-vines, and leather-jawed predatory plants that could crunch through the thickest insect armor. Theroc was amazing, and she wondered if even the green priests felt the same sense of wonder as she did. To her, the Wild was like a huge, open book just waiting to be read.

After setting up camp, she was eager to start her project. She ventured into the forest, doing reconnaissance of her surroundings. The tapestry of surging life in the Wild seemed to intensify the force of the verdani. Her head ached, and she could hear echoes and whispers of thoughts that were not her own. They seemed to emanate from the millennia of the worldforest’s experiences. But her sensitivity to the trees was just a mocking leftover from when the verdani had tested, rejected, and altered her without making her one of them. Arita stopped and listened. The voices remained just out of her mind’s reach, just out of hearing.

Choosing the nearest worldtree, she pressed her body against the golden-scaled bark. She wrapped her slender arms around the immense trunk and closed her eyes, willing the trees to reconsider, begging them to let her in now, to accept her as a green priest after all.

But she only heard the sounds of ghosts. She went back to gathering specimens, now feeling a sadness instead of joy…

The following day, while gathering interesting plants and insects, Arita sought out Kennebar’s settlement. The green priests lived in the trees, and she heard them gathered up in the high fronds, reading to the worldforest, singing together.

Kennebar was the first to notice her. The others acknowledged her presence, but did not climb down to welcome her. “If you needed to speak with us,” Kennebar called down, “you could have sent a message through any green priest.”

Arita knew she sounded defensive. “I’m here for my own purposes, compiling an exhaustive catalog of species.”

“Oh,” Kennebar said. “The worldforest is aware of all species. Any green priest can access that information. Is there something in particular you need to know?” He seemed to think that if he answered her questions, she would leave.

“Other humans don’t have that information,” she said. “I mean to compile a catalog to help naturalists across the Spiral Arm.”

“Oh,” Kennebar said again. “Then we won’t disturb you at your work. We have our own tasks.” The priests climbed higher in the fronds, out of her reach.

When the others were gone, though, Collin dropped down to the forest floor, grinning shyly at her. “It’s nice here, but I miss you. Did you get my message?”

“Yes, but I would have rather said goodbye to you in person.”

Collin looked away. “But it wasn’t goodbye. You came here.”

“I have a camp out by the meadow.”

“We know. We could all see it through the worldtrees. We watched you land.”

Arita should have known this. “Now that I’m here, you could help me find specimens—like we used to do.”

“Maybe for a little while, but I have my duties to serve the trees.”

Arita glanced up into the high trees where she could still see some of the isolationists. “And what exactly do you do to serve the worldforest?”

Her question surprised him, and he searched for an answer. “We came here to the Wild where we can better serve the trees, uninterrupted.”

Arita sniffed. “How does that make sense? The worldforest thrived on Theroc for ten thousand years or more without any green priests.”

“Others tended the worldforest in the past. Even before humans came here, the verdani weren’t always alone.” Collin just looked at her. “I can’t explain it to you because you wouldn’t understand.”

The words stung.

He accompanied her through the trees, led her around thickets, and ducked under branches that seemed to ease aside for him while scratching Arita’s skin. He led her directly to a cluster of wriggling condorfly larvae, then to a towering conical fungus whose rotting stench seemed to attract a particular species of green moth.

As they went along, Collin frequently brushed the trunk of a worldtree, as if to check in with his fellow green priests, afraid to be out of touch for too long. He sighed. “I wish you were a green priest, Arita.”

“Because we can’t be friends if I’m not? Other couples have done it.” She still felt that he had abandoned her. They had been so close, had even shared a first kiss.

“Not just that. There’s so much more. Even when I’m not touching the worldforest, I can hear the song of the trees. Words, knowledge, memories, legends, things I can’t understand, but they’re part of me anyway.” His words were a breathless rush. “The verdani mind is everywhere. It’s like being part of everything.”

He did his best to describe it, pitying her, but his words only emphasized how deafeningly silent the worldforest was for her. Seeing her forlorn expression, Collin was embarrassed to have brought up the subject. “I should be going back to Kennebar. Can you find your way back to your camp?”

“Of course,” she said a little too quickly.

Before bounding off, Collin called, “If you get into trouble, we’ll know. The worldtrees are always watching you. Don’t worry.”

He left Arita with her specimens and the whole continent to explore. She got back to work.