With the arrival of the shuttles, things got loud and hectic incredibly fast. The once vast lot was now packed to the brim with people, their excitement for being here evident with the noise.
I didn't blame them, I was excited too. So many humans with Psionics, it's like I was with my second people. I had this odd sense of belonging being surrounded by peers that was very comfortable.
Orchid wasn't having a good time however, despite being used to being surrounded by millions of bio forms at a time, they were still fundamentally her, all these individuals made her feel ill. She was supposed to be eating them.
I took Orchids hand into my own and squeezed it hard in comfort. I couldn't blame my love-bug. She wasn't created for this. I am still a very small blip in her lifespan after all, she is fighting off centuries ingrained instincts that having a new body just didn't fix.
