She leaned into Terra and touched her forehead to the girl’s. The red stubble over his jaw muscle pulsed once as the boy remained still and stared past the thermokiss ritual. He’d learned of this from the reader he’d been given – that some among the Kepler clan could bio-scan their kinsmen without instruments. “Psylogeons,” they were called, the modern-sol equivalent of the ancient chemo-walkers he had heard his people, the Lorgose, mention in their folk stories.
Tune in for quick reads of the best (or least despicable) selections from the previous day’s word count, by virtue of my daily writing regimen for the National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo).