The nearest Cygiso drifted over, paused above her chest, and matched her rhythm.
For the first time in a year, she felt understood. cygiso
The harvesters fell. The ships cracked. The soldiers scrambled. The nearest Cygiso drifted over, paused above her
Aris watched the Cygiso settle back into their slow, silent carousel. They did not pursue. They did not gloat. They simply returned to their conversation: heavy, light, here, safe, we, we, we. The nearest Cygiso drifted over
Aris transmitted her findings. The linguists back on Earth were ecstatic. The military, less so. A species that could manipulate its mass at will? That could make itself heavy enough to crack a starship hull? That was a weapon waiting to be aimed.