“My gods, Star,” Nate said, edging into the house like a scared animal investigating a strange new place. Josh followed him, a childlike expression of glee on his face. Finally, Fara brought up the rear with Fen, and her eyes went wide.
It was a pretty damn impressive sight, if I did say so myself. Some vases held traditional Earth flowers—daisies, asters, carnations, things that had been brought to Reyhan and carefully cultivated in the alien soil hundreds of years ago—and others displayed the beautiful blooms native to Reyhan. Small vases stood on tables and counters, and tall vessels rested on the floor, shooting intricate blooms up to waist height.
“Star,” Josh said, and his voice was practically a whimper. “This is beautiful.”