Again, Dhivael found herself not understanding the reasoning behind so-called logic Kay exhibited. If something impaired someone, how could it grant anything, least of all freedom? Then again, freedom was another ideal the Rihan wasn’t certain she understood. It was an Earthling thing perhaps.
However, she did think she understood what Kay was talking about when she said she didn’t want to tie herself to one person. She still didn’t understand jealousy, but she had learned that most humanoids were promiscuous creatures. They usually had several partners through the course of their lives. This was very unlike the Rihannsu of ch’Havran.
“No. On my planet, one does not engage in any form of intimacy with another until they are bonded to their life mate in ceremony.” Obviously, kissing was a form of intimacy in Dhivael’s mind. She did not think she would participate in forms of intimacy with anyone of Earth. It seemed unlikely that she would find a life mate on this planet with how irrational the beings could be. Too many had also announced their discomfort over her state of being, or they showed a lack of interest in her, for her to ever think that any would become enamored of her as they did their own people. It wasn’t something she either desired or felt against. It simply seemed the most logical choice for her to take a mate when she returned to her own planet.
“Yes, Britta.” She said, using the others’ name as she had heard others do when greeting one another. “I am an extraterrestrial. Many of my people have an interest in Earthlings.” It went without saying that she was one of them. If she wasn’t, she wouldn’t have come to Earth.
“A marsh nymph? I find this interesting. I have not heard much about your kind, and you are the first I have met in my time here. Are you from any of the marshlands of this continent?” In fact, she hadn’t met very many supernatural beings, period. She had spent most of her time among the humans, not realizing that extraterrestrials were counted as supernatural beings and thus not welcome in human establishments. It seemed strange, especially considering the fact that until she admitted to her nature, they couldn’t tell her apart from themselves at all.
“My planet is called ch’Havran. It is a great distance from Earth, in another galaxy entirely.” She doubted Britta had heard of it. No one else to whom she spoke unless they were Rihannsu seemed to know about it.
Dhivael sipped her water. She had grown mostly used to its strange flavor. The water on her planet seemed to have no taste at all. It simply offered the sensation of touch, not taste.