up on my sleep.â
Winding across one corner of the ceilingâs plaster was a crack whose path sheâd traced a hundred times before, a pleasant echo of the course the Raqsidan took through the valley. She sighed. âIâll miss my river. And Vajd.â¦â
She slid off the bed and turned the mattress back. The old leather book looked squashed but otherwise intact. As she picked it up, crumbs from the binding powdered her fingers and drifted in a rusty cloud to the floor. She let the mattress fall and rubbed her hands over the disintegrating cover until all the easily dislodged dust was knocked off.
As she leafed through the pages she wrinkled her nose at the remnants of the mold stain and stared curiously at the pale brown writing scarcely darker than the age-discolored paper; then she settled back onto the bed and stretched out on her stomach and rested the book rather precariously on her pillow. On the end pages there was writing in much darker ink. The letter, she thought. For a moment she looked up, conscious suddenly of an odd feeling of foreboding that made her reluctant to start reading. She pressed her lips together resolutely.
Aleytysâ
Good start, she thought, gets right to the point. She closed her eyes and swallowed the bitterness of abandonment for the thousandth time.
My beautiful baby â¦
Not so beautiful you bothered to keep me, she thought.
At least, when you read this, you wonât be a baby anymore. Try to understand, my dear. I want you with me, I really do. Youâre the only child Iâve ever borne, a part of me. But â¦
Aleytys gritted her teeth. If you gave a damn for me, she thought, you could have taken me. Thisâs for Vajd. He neednât think I believe everything he says, heâs still got you on his mind, always will have. You won a bigger piece of him than any woman ever will.
Aleytys, Iâm a selfish woman. When I want to make excuses for myself, I say itâs a racial trait, inborn in every Vryhh that ever was. Unfortunately, my dear, thatâs not just an excuse. Itâs something youâre probably going to have to face in yourself. Itâs not an attractive feature, I admit.
Since youâre reading this, you must know I left the Raqsidan to get back to my own peopleâor, more precisely, to the kind of life Iâm accustomed to leading. If I were any kind of mother, I suppose Iâd try to come back for you.
Aleytys rubbed her fingers across the last words. Thatâs me, she thought, everybody wants me.
Well, daughter, I wonât be coming. I canât stand the thought of ever coming back to this valley. Once I get off this revolting piece of dirt, Iâm going to forget it ever existed.
Weâre wanderers, we Vrya, spacefarers. Itâs a proud name, child, a grand thing to be a Vryhh of Vrithian. The stars are our sea marks, the universe our home. To be trapped on a single worldâthe very thought makes my hand shake. I have to get back, Aleytys, Iâve no choice. If you have anything at all of me in you, you should be raging to get out of that day and day and day agony of boredom. With all those blind and deaf clods stifling you.
Aleytys rested her hands on the pages and stared at the wall, remembering the times her soul had slipped from her body and spilled along the water. From my mother, she thought, some of it.⦠I wonder what else .⦠She blinked and smoothed her hands over the old musty paper.
Enough of this. When you canât stand the valley any longer, come find me.⦠I hope I scared them enough so you werenât given to some earth crawler.⦠Come find me. It wonât be easy. But youâll get there if youâve enough Vryhh in you. Enough Vryhh. Thatâs a question. Aleytys, there arenât many Vryhh-worldbound hybrids around. Weâre proud of our blood and chary of spreading it around. However, with this limited data source, hereâs what you