Chapter 33
March – 3,390 BC
Earth: Crash site
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Two weeks later…
NINSIANNA
Ninsianna stared at the long, lean legs protruding from beneath the pair of dark grey beasts that Mikhail claimed dragged his sky canoe across the heavens. Engines he called them. Each was larger than an auroch, with sharp spearheads and thick hollow reeds to tether them to his ship as though they were twin spiders sharing a single web.
"Céilí mór!!!" he cursed. Something rang as it hit the floor. "Ninsianna, d'fhéadfá a fháil dom le do thoil go bhfuil eochair?" [81]
"Here … anseo—" she handed him the grasping tool he called ‘wrench.' The strange tool, in fact, just about everything in his sky canoe, had no correlation in her language. She simply paid attention and learned whatever she could.
Muscular thigh
