AL Clark by Jonathan G. Meyer (digital e reader .txt) 📕

could deploy for navigating soft ground. Although the little kamikaze was not quite as fast, mud was no longer a problem. He also sported a painted on security uniform; complete with a deputy badge.

Elizabeth and Al moved in together, and although it was awkward at the beginning, they learned quickly to allow for each other’s unique needs. It was a good relationship, and they were both quite happy. The colony had accepted him for what he was, and he was content.

The captain insisted on and organized a Thanksgiving celebration. Long tables were set up outside and covered with fruits and vegetables from the shipboard farm and the first produce of the first harvest. The Sansi brought their favorites. Fresh filtered water was available within arm’s reach, along with a fair selection of wine from Earth and a small sampling of Avalonian wine. Everyone attended, and all had a good time.

For the first time, the Sansi were able to enjoy a beautiful starlit evening. Most of the natives had never had the opportunity to experience or appreciate a night life. Lanterns lit the outside of the community center and contributed to the atmosphere of celebration, while a small group of colonial musicians played softly on the center porch.

During the party, the natives were introduced to many kinds of Kuthra foods, and for the first time—the relaxing effects of wine. It turned out to be a hugely successful party and went much better than anyone could have hoped.

At midnight, the humans introduced the Sansi to the age-old human tradition of The Toast, when the captain initiated a mass salute where everyone took part.

As a single group, the Sansi and Kuthra clinked and raised their glasses, and loudly proclaimed—“To Avalon!”