#murmuringmuses — Public Fediverse posts

"What's on your mind, Nahum?"

He/she/it lay on the pine-needle bed beside me, in the meadow of Shrinewood, on Ganymede. This was our yearly date--the Full Moon of August, as seen on Earth--and the time was 3 AM.

"I need to write an assignment," I said, "and this time I need to write about you... this seems so awkward."

"For starters, stop talking about me in Triple-gender," she murmured. "Of course I'm non-binary, like everyone else on Runeworld, but you may use the Poet's license to simplify things. Just choose the pronoun you are most comfortable with."

"Ok," I said to her. "Now... where do I start?"

"With a physical description," she replied, "as much as there is such a description when it concerns people like me."

I looked at her, a long, measured stare. She was humanoid, totally translucent and transparent except for a bare outline. She was naked, hairless, and without genital charactersitics. She looked... alien, but so intimately close...

She smiled. "That's a good start. Now, describe our typical date."

I go out to the outskirts of my neighborhood, an abandoned place, which serves us as a rendez-vous, and wait for her. She arrives in her spacecraft, which is as transparent as her, and I join her. The ride to Ganymede lasts between 10-30 minutes. I never asked her about the mechanics of Space travel.

We arrive on Ganymede around 10 PM, at the Interdimensional Spaceport, and walk to the Transition booth. She presses the buttons and chooses our destiny: one of the many meadows in Shrinewood. She places the "Do not Disturb" metaphysical signs around us and we start our picnic.

After we rest, we discuss my writing, and she gives me ideas. As an alien, she has a unique, fresh perspective on our local politics and customs...

"But not about sex," she interrupted me.

"That's why I never write about that," I smiled at her.

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