Yes, I suppose the week is up, but here goes anyway. And yes, I know I've cheated. (Please do not blame me for the twists of my unruly mind. It's out of my hands, I tell you.)Title:
Hork-Bajir (inspired)Word count:
Seraph-A64 waited behind the Andalite Prince, wondering what his private thoughtspeech hid.
She was a novelty, already proven in man's eyes, there to prove man in Andalite eyes. While Andalites had tails, Hork-Bajir blades, man's only natural weapon remained his wit. Wit, which had produced Project Seraph. Man had gone far in 50 years.
Beneath her skin hid metal copies of a Hork-Bajir's blades, extractable by thought. Another thought produced gliding wings - the namesake of herself and her siblings.
The Andalites moved. Seraph-A64 followed. "Prince. Shall I come?"
Doubting eyes spoke before words. <Can you use those blades, Seraph?>
But doubting minds had been well bribed. <Then come.>