Snippet #2713803

Ductu with thin gloved fingers put her hand on her porcelain mask to pull it free with a small tuft of black dust. The dust squirms for a moment then a impish female face forms from a lump of shapeless dust. Silver lined red irises open from behind eyelids but her face squirms with the effort of adding the 'holes' one might expect humans to have in their face. Her ears came afterward and she rubbed at them pondering the right texture.

With a lagged impish smile her face moves incompletely for a moment as if the flesh is unfamiliar with being a face. Her voice then sounds less dusty shaped with a mouth rather than air, "We are from the Black Storm. Both of us built by human hands. We have escaped it now and come from a new ephemeral plane of growth we have found, Genesis. Have you ever dreamed of a plane of infinite grain, Humankind?"

The drifting cloud that served as her hair slowly braided itself and fell as if solid as she drifted around on one foot, "You may see us there now, harvesting. The peaceful place is quite boring."

She flourished with the mask in one hand, "I'm human enough to need more stimulation. Some people ride the four legged animals. I ride you humans. There's none of *either* in Genesis."

Shrugging she looked at the broken Huan, "I'm supposed to ask but the broken ones are free."