Azhanti's awakening
[Language unknown: "Korbutast?"] Azhanti asked quizzically, and with only a touch of skepticism and an iota of worry enter her question, [Language unknown: "Llck ri pl evesanrea? Al ame proic ithantvernot ilin rathishat?"] Her question was to be directed at Jeff, but he suddenly seemed preoccupied. So, she instead turned to the man serving her, expecting him to answer.
As she tested the consistency of what was offered to her with some trepidation, Azhanti asked the new guy, [Language unknown: "Ol, hou o il omicma?"] The diminutive blue-skinned mutant sniffed at the gruel with some trepidation, [Language unknown: "Es an eau k anyeenure ce?"] It wasn't that she was unused to porridge, per se; it was that something seemed fishy and she couldn't quite put her finger on it.
That and the unbearable lightness of being was disconcerting. She almost felt like she was going to float away, but refused to say anything about that since... she feared that they might try to tie her down. Which she knew wasn't very charitable, but not more than two days ago she was nearly staked out in a forest to die. So, Azhanti wasn't particularly eager to be in that type of situation again.
Since she was sitting up, it was easy for Azhanit to simply let the sheet that had been covering her to slip down and expose her torso. In fact, that is exactly what happened when she reached for the tray with the food. The graphite-black hair gently curled and cascaded down her bare shoulders stopping just above her (admittedly small) breasts. [Language unknown: "N lar ainni ughpa ngwhe hente sonstrset, redte P ee larun ..."] Azhanti asked coyly, [Language unknown: "Outes staresant M are si th outkorhat ur?"] Her own eyes were not focused on the food or her body, but on the reactions of those around her.