David Weber - Fire Season

Climbs Quicklys two-leg was up to something she shouldnt be doingagain.

The emotions surging through her mind-glow made it perfectly clear. And it was just as clear that she knew her elders would have disapproved strongly. But Death Fangs Bane had a true gift for bending rules, and she was having a grand time.

Her friend, Shadowed Sunlight, or possibly Karl (if indeed the single sound most usually applied to this two-legs was a name, not some other designation), was less delighted. Climbs Quickly couldnt read Shadowed Sunlights mind-glow as easily as he could that of Death Fangs Bane, but the basics were present. Shadowed Sunlights mind-glow overflowed with determination, watchfulness, alertness, and apprehension.

Climbs Quickly leaned forward in his seat, watching intently as the air car (or car-a sound so very like Karl that the similarity had confused him for quite a time) sped along a complex path through the maze of tree trunks among which they traveled.

Climbs Quickly couldnt quite figure out what precisely was the source of Death Fangs Banes excitement. True, the air car in which they were traveling was moving very quickly-and sometimes rather erratically-but that didnt seem to be excuse enough for the surges of excitement and dread coming to him through their shared link.

The folding flying thing in which they had more routinely traveled before this new fascination had gripped his two-leg was far more erratic. Yet, unless the weather was particularly bad, Death Fangs Bane didnt react this strongly to piloting her folding flying thing.

The treecat thought a bit wistfully about the folding flying thing. He preferred it to the air car in which they were now traveling. The feeling of the wind on his fur was delightful and the winds carried such interesting scents. Also, the glider felt faster somehow. Hed figured out that the air car actually covered distances more quickly, but with the winds closed away, the sensation of speed simply wasnt the same.

A touch forlornly, Climbs Quickly pressed his remaining true-hand against Death Fangs Banes shoulder, then used his left hand-foot to indicate the air cars closed side. From past experience, he knew the transparent panels here could open-although he hadnt quite figured out how to manage the opening himself.

To emphasize his request, Climbs Quickly made a small sound of pleading protest. In the time that hed lived with Death Fangs Bane and her family, hed learned how much emphasis humans placed on mouth noises. The People relied on mind-speech, using sound and gesture to provide emphasis. These alien two-legs, by contrast, seemed to have no equivalent to mind-speech, relying instead on complex mouth noises augmented by a bewildering variety of gestures-gestures that didnt seem to mean the same thing from occasion to occasion and could be eliminated completely.

He pitied them, for their mind-glows were brilliant and warm. It seemed sad that even two good friends like Death Fangs Bane and Shadowed Sunlight could not share them.

Bleek! Climbs Quickly repeated. Then, when Death Fangs Bane didnt acknowledge him, he extended his claws and struck them against the clear panel, making a noise like hail hitting rock. Bleek! Bleek!

When he felt Death Fangs Bane gust out her breath, then chuckle, Climbs Quickly tapped the transparent panel again, just in case shed missed the point.

Bleek!

Bleek! Tap! Tap! Bleek! Bleek!

Stephanie Harrington gingerly began to remove one hand from the air cars stick. Immediately, the car swerved alarmingly.

Hands on the controls! snapped Karl Zivonik. Stephanie! Im taking enough of a risk letting you fly without a permit. You want to wreck us and get my license pulled?

Sorry, Stephanie replied with uncharacteristic meekness. She knew perfectly well the risk Karl was taking. If they were found out, losing his license would be the least of the penalties. Lionheart wants a window open. Since Im flying low and pretty slow, I think its okay.

She couldnt see Karl rolling his eyes, but she guessed at the expression even as he emitted a gusty sigh and turned to address the treecat directly.

Back window, he said to Lionheart, pointing for emphasis. Stephanie has enough distractions without you leaning over her shoulder and the wind blowing her hair in her face.

One of the things Stephanie liked about Karl Zivonik was that he was among the small handful of humans who addressed Lionheart as if the treecat was intelligent enough to understand him. Most humans either didnt bother to talk to the treecat, or, if they did, they adopted the syrupy tones they used to address very small children-or pets. More annoying were the handful who seemed to think that if they spoke very slowly and used very simple phrases the treecat would understand.

Stephanie supposed this last bothered her so much because it was actually probably the best approach, but those who used it didnt employ a consistent and scientific approach.

Karl pushed a button. As the back left side window slid down, the air car swerved slightly. Stephanie corrected, but overdid it-in part because Lionheart had just removed his weight from her shoulder-and she was off-balance.

Steph! Karl turned the single syllable into reprimand and protest in one.

Sorry, Stephanie repeated.

She scanned the control panel: direction indicator, elevation, engine temperature, fluid levels. There was so much to keep track of. Worse, unlike with the hang glider, where an accident meant some busted struts and fabric (and if she wasnt careful, some busted Stephanie, as she remembered all too vividly), here she might damage expensive equipment.

Worse, Karl didnt own this air car. At sixteen T-years, he had dreams of owning one, had even admitted that he was saving towards a used model, but this air car was his only because he needed to get to his job as a provisional ranger with the Sphinxian Forestry Service. His parents considered use of the car fairly compensated by the time they saved shuttling Karl back and forth from Thunder River, which was about a thousand kilometers away-an investment of a couple hours each way, even at the speeds an air car traveled.

Since Karl and Stephanie were the only probationary rangers in the Sphinxian Forestry Service, they were regularly assigned to work as a team, allowing only one rangers time to be taken up with supervising them. Since Stephanie couldnt pilot, this meant that usually they worked in the vicinity of Twin Forks, the town nearest to the Harrington freehold and where Richard Harrington had his veterinary clinic. There was plenty of room in the Harringtons sprawling stone house, since Stephanies parents definitely planned on additional children. That was one of the reasons theyd emigrated from their heavily populated homeworld of Meyerdahl, and Stephanie was looking forward (guardedly) to the novel experience of siblings. In the meantime, Karl often stayed with the Harrington family, taking advantage of all that currently unoccupied space, although sometimes he stayed with friends in Twin Forks.

They were coming into an area where the forest giants were more widely spaced, so Stephanie hazarded talking in addition to piloting.

I think Im getting better, she said, but Ill admit, I never thought handling an actual air car on manual would be so hard. I mean, I was getting perfect scores on the simulator, even in the auto-pilot-off setting.

Wonder-girl, Karl retorted with a grin. You always get perfect scores on everything. If you hadnt, I would never have let you try this. Reality is different than a simulator. What I dont understand is why you cant wait until you have a learners permit like everyone else. Your fifteenth birthday isnt that far off.

Stephanie was glad that concentrating on piloting gave her an excuse to pause before answering. She knew she tended to push. Only lately had she tried to figure out why. It wasnt as if her parents didnt love her or expected her to win their approval. If anything, Richard and Margery Harrington were almost too approving, too fair, too balanced.