It had been a new type of radiation, one that her species had never encountered. If she had
stayed deep within Moya, in one of the chambers located in the heart of the leviathan, she would
have been protected. Instead, she had remained on the terrace, soaking in the brilliant light
generated by an unusual star.
Zhaan braced herself for what was about to happen, and then entered the center chamber.
All talk stopped. Everyone gaped at her.
“Pansies!” Crichton blurted. He blushed and tried to recover. “You’re gorgeous! Nice look.”
Overnight, every dench of her skin had blossomed.
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