Maybe I belong among the stars.
U’faari sat on the steps of her house, watching the stars. She had a keen interest in the stars, which her parents had named her after in their language. Due to the day-night cycle on their planet, it would be night for many hour of each ‘day’ but only become light every now and then. Because of that, the stars and moons were often visible as long as there were no clouds. U’faari spent much of her time, mapping out the stars and seeing how different months tended to effect the moons.
But sometimes, U’faari felt different, when looking at the stars. She was different compared to everyone on this cold desert planet after all, and we’re being honest with you. To everyone on this planet, she was an alien. To herself, she was a human, but had never known that, so she called herself ‘different.’ Her adoptive mother had said they found her in the trade, and spent many sleepless nights and days trying to save her, which worked. She was different, but her mother could not have children of her own, and U’faari was her child, a child she raised as one of her own.
U’faari had always been treated differently by the other children. She looked extremely different to them, and did not know how to act around them at first. She had gotten better, but had not made too many friends. Even then, as she no longer went to school, and preferred her mother’s homeschooling instead, she drifted apart from them.
She wondered what her other species was like. Did they look like her? They probably did. But what was their history? What planet were they on? What was their life like?
She glanced backwards, hearing her mother approach. Her mother was like most of the species females, red skinned, with four eyes and yellow eyes. Often a light red for hair, which tended to be shortish or fairly long, but there was always plenty of it. They also had a tail, something U’faari did not share.
“I’ve noticed you have been watching the stars, U’faari. Are you alright?”
“Yes.. I was just wondering.. do you know where I am from?”
Her mother pondered, sitting down beside her and looking to the sky. She placed her chin on a trimmed yet clawed hand, before lifting her head and looking to U’faari.
“Unfortunately, I do not. But someone probably does.”
“Who?”
“I do have a general idea, but not exactly. Someone in the trade might know, though.”
Someone in the trade. That was where she was from. Or how she got here. She looked at her mother, making eye contact, but her mother spoke before she did.
“Are you thinking of going to look for them, my child?”
U’faari paused, considering her answer.
“A little.”
“…I am glad you are honest with me. However, I want you to at least finish your schooling here, before you do anything.”
Her mother did not disapprove, but still saw U’faari as her own child, so she was very close to her. When, even then, if U’faari left her, she would most likely be alone in terms of family. Her husband was killed in action and most of her older family members had died from natural caused, while the younger ones mostly cut ties when finding out about U’faari. She understood though, that U’faari would probably have this thought after a while.
“Also, as long as you promise. Promise to stay in contact with me.” She finished.
U’faari hugged her.
“I promise.”
U’faari yawned and her mother smiled, suggesting to go inside. U’faari agreed, packing up her notes and heading inside with her mother, who held the door open for her. She pulled aside some curtains that let her to her room and closed them. U’faari set down her items and sat down in her bed, laying down.
“Maybe I belong in the stars.”
((I actually created a character concept from this that I really like. When the characters spoke like “this” they were speaking in a different language but like “this” it was English.))
