The second Blue Flame novel –
There is a wiki database to reference names, although you can certainly ask me questions as well.The Other Side of Life
Chapter Sixteen: Part One
I could not help but smile hearing a child exclaim, “He’s not ugly!”
Amid the laughter, my wife exclaimed, “No, he’s not!” She kissed me then added, “I find him very attractive.”
A lady that had been introduced as the wife of a cousin of Vefillaya said, “He is alien, but really not that abnormal. All that brown, he is more earthy. I’m surprised that we have not created some fantasy race of beings like you. Have your people created anyone like us?”
“No, but I am like you in wondering why not.”
We spent some time speaking of imaginary aliens that had been created. They spoke of their aliens having large heads from the actors having to wear masks. I spoke of odd ears along with horns or antennae coming from the top of the head. We both mentioned odd eyebrows. After a time, everyone was considering me rather normal appearing.
Vefillaya’s family was quite friendly. It did help that they knew about me from news reports, as well as from her brother and uncle. I found it strange how much alike they appeared. There were differences. I saw that Vefillaya did have skin that was more blue than most others. White hair did appear to be a singular norm, although many dyed it a broad range of colors with almost no one choosing a shade of brown. What surprised me was that no one really wanted my picture. Truthfully, few were going around using the camera features of their devices. Most mentioned the group photo being enough for them, but welcomed me into the family with words to help myself to the food and relax.
Of course, a call did come. It however was not of the usual type. Suspecting that it was just a call from one of the other immortals, I told Vefillaya that I did not expect to be long. She knew that I had no control, but promised me that she would be all right. I thus went to discover the source of the call.
I saw a strange type of creature. It appeared as a spider, but larger than me. Its legs also were not turned as if standing, but spread out as if it was used to floating. Considering the way I was called, it did not surprise me to hear it speak.
“I did not call for death, but wanting someone to help me.”
“I am Life. The name is Greg.”
“Yes, good; I am Lexostat.”
I heard the name, but put my focus on the trouble. The planet appeared barren. The ground was very hot, but I sensed it was cooling. The evaporating gases were creating an atmosphere, but I sensed very basic life forms that had been comfortable in the pores and crevasses were being disturbed by the movement of gases along with the rock itself as it adjusted to changing conditions. With an understanding of the situation, I put my focus back on the one with me.
“This is really a task for Shetaile. She is the persona of Drought or death to the land. Unlike Calliope, Death, Shetaile has the power to adjust things in the land to enable life to continue. I usually work with the developing intelligent life. Adjust your call putting in a thought about the land being disturbed, and you should get Shetaile.”
“Of course, thanks.”
I waited for a time, then found myself surprised to indeed see Shetaile. She looked around mystified, but accepted a motion of my hand to a steep section of ground. She took some time to concentrate, then asked a question.
“Life will survive. There is no threat here.”
Lexostat asked, “You have fixed it?”
“I do not see a problem.”
I made an assumption and voiced it to try and help Shetaile. “I believe this is the new Eternity, Shetaile. Think about more than the immediate.”
Lexostat said, “Yes, I am to be Eternity. I am just learning however, so I could be wrong.”
Shetaile moved about I fully believe attempting to comprehend things, but finally she did ask for help. “Greg, do you see the problem?”
“I believe that I do, but my solution is rather crude.”
“Has Calliope come to you?”
That question caught me by surprise, but I gave the best answer I could think of. “No. I am presently attending my wife’s family reunion, so unless there was a problem she would stay away.”
“I had a good conversation with her. If she doesn’t come to you, go to her.”
“We do tend to check on each other, but I will make it a point to speak to her of you.”
I guess that she was just talking as a method of buying herself time, but finally she looked to me and asked, “Okay, what would you suggest?”
“What I sense is that the planet is cooling. The underground magma will find itself sealed off by a layer of rock. The gases will build, then explode with enough force to completely eradicate this section of land, killing the life developing here. I would suggest simply moving a portion to a more stable, but compatible section of the planet.”
“That would be centuries, if not a few thousand years, Greg.”
“We were called here by Eternity, Shetaile.”
She turned to look at the other being, then turned back to speak to me. “Of course. You are right about it being a crude solution, but it should work.”
“I thank you for the vote of confidence. Still, you could sense the proper place better than I.”
I waited with Lexostat while Shetaile did the work. He did not speak, allowing the lady to work without interruption. I trusted that she would ask my help if needed, but I also watched. Seeing her having the powers to perform the work, I allowed her to handle things in the way she felt best.
When she had finished, Lexostat said, “Thank you. I am not only pleased with what was done, but the manner in which it was done. The stories I heard of the immortals did not speak of them being so courteous and helpful with each other.”
Shetaile said, “We are a much different group than are found in the historic records. I hope to gain you as a friend as well.”
I thought of something, so interjected, “He said that his name was Lexostat, Letaile.”
That was enough of a lead for the lady. She introduced herself and had the new Eternity tell us things about him. I listened feeling that it was enough for an initial meeting.
I returned to the reunion to find my wife in a circle of the adults, and found her indicating an empty seat next to her. There were a few that had recently arrived, so I had to suffer through some more introductions. As I sat next to Vefillaya, I guess that she noticed my pleasant demeanor and made an assumption.
“You were with Calliope?”
“No, Shetaile and another new Eternity, named Lexostat. I believe he might make it.”
Even though we spoke softly, I could tell that others were listening in. I thus went ahead and spoke about what I was about when gone from the reunion. They were entertained by the descriptions of those I was with and what we did.
“Greg,” Uncle Wenelsa asked this question, “could you have done the deed?”
“Well, yes, I could have taken a hunk of the land containing the life forms, and moved them, or a number of other things. However, Shetaile has the proper intellect for the job. It was thus best for the life forms, which means that it was for the best period, that Shetaile do the deed.”
“Is the work load usually separated?”
“Yes. I really do not know how it is with the arts, but I find it usually very obvious which one of us is needed for a task. Lexostat is learning, but among those that gain acceptance it would be highly unusual to be called and have the task not fitting my persona.”
I believe that Uncle Wenelsa was about to ask another question, but his wife stopped him by saying, “Now, darling, business can be done at other times. Greg, while you were gone we quizzed Vefillaya, but now we want to know from you about her visit to your mother.”
The reference that the man was talking business I considered needed to be dealt with, although I accepted that now was not the time. In order to buy time while my brain processed certain thoughts, I spoke of the visit assuring that certain references of the holiday and people were understood. I had not taken my wife directly to my mother’s house, but had her walk about the neighborhood getting a feel for my original life, people, and the type of day being honored. Luckily, the descriptions lasted long enough for me to clear my thoughts, so I felt relaxed enough to talk about what my aunt wanted dealt with.
The truth was that I had not really spoken with my mother, but I did feel that I knew her enough to make certain assumptions. In speaking, I found the ladies to agree with my statements. That had me think of Labonchy and how there was a universal standard for women. While I had encountered a great number of very different appearing ladies, I had been able to deal with them as females. It was strange to think of women as not having the same physical traits, but mental, as I definitely appreciated what I saw. Speaking with them about my mother, I however found myself feeling the assumption to be true.
The conclusion had me consider again what Uncle Wenelsa might be scheming. As a man, I felt that our common gender should enable me to gain some insight into what business his wife had referred. Considering what facts he asked about just now and back on his visit to the Apostle, I found myself having to worry that he might be up to no good.
Those around me found it interesting all the technology that my world had, but without space travel as well. I mentioned certain laws that they had yet figured out how to avoid, and most agreed that it took some inspiration to realize the tricks. We men took over the conversation for a while with a little technical talk with Uncle Wenelsa again finding an opening for a question.
“Greg, are you going to take any of our findings to your people?”
I believe that he had another response prepared, but whatever it was, his expression indicated that he had expected me to say something else. “No? Why not?”
“Because it would not help them. It might send them into space, but without the wisdom of learning how to seek the answer, there would not be the understanding of how to handle the information.”
Instead of giving Uncle Wenelsa the opportunity to direct the conversation, others jumped in speaking of their support for my worlds. Once again I found myself feeling at home around these aliens. Glad with the way things were going, I cheerfully took part in the conversation.