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She stepped into the little pool slowly, but the ripples still sent the fish at the edge of the pool darting away in flickers of silver. Hydroponics, which had never been as noisy as the fields of a real planet or an agricultural colony, was even quieter than usual; the rustle of people moving between leaves and the clamor of voices had noticeably faded as more of the crew disappeared into quarantine. Quarantine. For several days, she hadn’t been able to shake a nagging feeling… that she ought to have entered the city to help, somehow. But the idea of falling sick again was more frightening than the idea of the Ohm. She couldn’t let her body betray her again. She wouldn’t let her body betray her again.
And then something new had swept the rest of her worries away: Ranka was gone.
She moved deeper into the water, reveling in its coolness after so long in the hangar’s heat. It seemed to right to come here after she’d realized that the girl had disappeared. There was a cluster of bright yellow ponpon there, just across the pool, that she’d always associated with Ranka, and besides, Hydroponics was the closest Stacy had to the beautiful colony Ranka had lived on, or to the vast blue planet they’d landed on together. In away, Sheryl took the place as a promise that they’d see those places some other time. Ranka… Alto… everyone from Frontier… places like this still exist. And I’ll do whatever it takes for us to see them again. Sheryl breathed deeply, taking in the smells of thousands of plants from hundreds of worlds. If this place had sent Ranka to sleep again, there was one last thing Sheryl could do for her.
Brera had said, once, that humans were alone wherever they went. But Ranka didn’t have to be. Sheryl remembered sitting in the Saotome mansion, the sound of a warm lullaby that had never reached her ears. No matter how far below Ranka was in those caverns, this particular lullaby could reach her, too. She placed her hands over her stomach, trusting in the bacteria there to carry a million calm, warm feelings, and opened her mouth to sing.
“Aimo aimo
Neder rushe
Noina miria
Ender prodea
Fotomi.
Drift with me, the ocean’s soft and warm.
Lulei, luleia
Waves dance across the ocean like birds in the sky
Lulei, luleia
Sleep now, sleep now, the sea’s here for you.
Aimo, aimo
Neder rushe
Noina miria
Ender prodea
Fotomi.
Drift with me, the ocean’s soft and warm.”
She felt heavy, tired, and more than a little alone, but, standing shin-deep in the pool, she also felt as though a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. “Until later,” she murmured to the air with a sad smile, “sweet dreams, Ranka-chan.”
And then something new had swept the rest of her worries away: Ranka was gone.
She moved deeper into the water, reveling in its coolness after so long in the hangar’s heat. It seemed to right to come here after she’d realized that the girl had disappeared. There was a cluster of bright yellow ponpon there, just across the pool, that she’d always associated with Ranka, and besides, Hydroponics was the closest Stacy had to the beautiful colony Ranka had lived on, or to the vast blue planet they’d landed on together. In away, Sheryl took the place as a promise that they’d see those places some other time. Ranka… Alto… everyone from Frontier… places like this still exist. And I’ll do whatever it takes for us to see them again. Sheryl breathed deeply, taking in the smells of thousands of plants from hundreds of worlds. If this place had sent Ranka to sleep again, there was one last thing Sheryl could do for her.
Brera had said, once, that humans were alone wherever they went. But Ranka didn’t have to be. Sheryl remembered sitting in the Saotome mansion, the sound of a warm lullaby that had never reached her ears. No matter how far below Ranka was in those caverns, this particular lullaby could reach her, too. She placed her hands over her stomach, trusting in the bacteria there to carry a million calm, warm feelings, and opened her mouth to sing.
“Aimo aimo
Neder rushe
Noina miria
Ender prodea
Fotomi.
Drift with me, the ocean’s soft and warm.
Lulei, luleia
Waves dance across the ocean like birds in the sky
Lulei, luleia
Sleep now, sleep now, the sea’s here for you.
Aimo, aimo
Neder rushe
Noina miria
Ender prodea
Fotomi.
Drift with me, the ocean’s soft and warm.”
She felt heavy, tired, and more than a little alone, but, standing shin-deep in the pool, she also felt as though a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. “Until later,” she murmured to the air with a sad smile, “sweet dreams, Ranka-chan.”