Two hours later…
Blindy had been patched up, wrapped in bandages, injected with enough substances to legally qualify as a pharmacy, and laid out in a small medical tent that smelled like antiseptics, clean fabric… and something very, very expensive.
And Zeros…
…was already walking the streets of Saeryth’s spaceport.
They had let him into the port—
but beyond that…
into the city itself…
to the legendary forest platforms,
the gliding corridors,
the heights “entered from above”…
they did not dare let him go.
Especially not after what he brought with him.
Because humans, in Aelori classification, fall under:
Tabbar—a subtype defined by high variability and chaotic behavior.
In simpler terms: unpredictable idiots.
Blindy lay on a perfectly adaptive bed, molded exactly to his body.
A tall Aelori entered the tent—not the one who treated him.
This one felt… different.
A researcher.
You could tell from the way they moved, the way they looked—
soft, attentive… observant.
Like their specialty was studying other species:
anatomically, culturally, behaviorally.
Smooth skin, shimmering with a faint bluish tone.
Eyes like wet amber.
A voice as soft as warmth spreading across metal.
They stepped closer.
“You… carry a warm spirit.
A rare pattern.I… want you.”
Blindy froze.
Eyes wide.
Jaw dropped.
Then—recovery.
Chest out. Smile spreading. Chin up.
“Oh… yeah?
Yeah!Fi—finally!
Someone appreciates the Blindy package!”
Like many simps across the galaxy, he had a catastrophically wrong idea about the Aelori—assuming they were a single “female” species.
He started tearing off his clothes in a hurry, tossing them aside like a vandalized cat attacking a box.
“I—I’m ready!
Just tell me what to do, m-my love!”
The Aelori tilted their head slightly and spoke in a soft whisper:
“Call me Laerindae.
In your language… it means ‘The one Who Dances Between Shadows.'”
Blindy was already melting.
“Laerindae…
Beautiful name…
Very… very beautiful.And me… I’m B-Blindy.
In my language it means… uh… ‘blind to everything that isn’t beautiful.’But for you, I’m… uh… fully functional.”
Laerindae brushed a hand along his cheek, touching him like they were analyzing skin texture, temperature, emotional conductivity.
Then, softly:
“Relax.
You’re trembling.Let me guide the connection.”
They leaned in, gently touching his lips—
like testing a sensory response.
Blindy was dissolving.
Turning into a puddle of romantic stupidity.
And then—
he froze.
Then screamed like he’d been electrocuted:
“WAIT—
WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!”
Laerindae blinked—vertically.
“What… what was what?”
Blindy twisted around, horror in his eyes as he looked behind himself:
“Somethin’ touched my—my—MY—THERE!
DOWN THERE!
WHERE AIN’T NOBODY SUPPOSED TO TOUCH!”
Laerindae’s long, elegant tail rose over their shoulder.
At its tip, delicate petal-like structures slowly unfolded—
flexible, sensory, exploring.
Like a flower programmed for curiosity.
“Yes,” Laerindae said with a soft smile.
“That is part of initial contact.We align contours.
I attempt to read your pattern… your responses… your boundaries.It is not harmful. It is calibration.”
The petals shifted slightly, reacting to something unseen, and Laerindae’s voice deepened—more resonant now.
“And if that machine interacted with you…
then you carry something rare.A distinct thermal signature.
Give yourself to me.
Completely.I want to understand what Kairelin saw in you.”
Blindy launched off the bed like it had been soaked in acid.
“You was tryin’ to put THAT
on ma—?!”
He gestures wildly at his whole lower half like it betrayed him. Laerindae raises both hands, their voice soft, genuinely confused:
“This is merely intimacy.
An exchange of flows.
A merging of sensations.We have not even reached the breathing phase…”
But Blindy is already wrapping clothes around his waist like it’s magical armor.
“NOPE!
NO!
I AIN’T READY
FOR INTERSPECIES RELATIONSHIPS!
Especially with that—
WHATEVER THAT IS!”
Barefoot, half-dressed, he bolts out of the tent, sprinting down the smooth corridor like a terrified anteater.
“ZEROOOOS! S-SAVE ME!”