The Long Way To A Small, Angry Planet

Sissix was too alien for Rosemary to label her as beautiful, but…striking. Beside it was a mirror, upon which hung a printed note: “WELCOME HOME!” It was the smallest, simplest, humblest living space Rosemary had ever seen (dingy spaceport hotels not withstanding). Nothing but clear space, with one ringed planet, Theth, hanging fat in the middle. The Sianat Pair’s back legs had finally given up, and Ashby found their stillness more unsettling than the fragile trembling that had filled the tendays before.