Chapter Twelve

She walked over to the large square table that sat in the center of the room, which was another larger rectangle, of course.

Not to mention the fact the building the apartment was in was an enormous rectangle that shot straight into the sky. Not aerodynamic at all. No wonder this planet was so backward, technologically speaking.

All planes. So very strange.

Drakeinan had been all ovals and obelisks. Flat, though rounded, the traditional Drakein dwelling was carved into the side of one of the many snow-covered mountains.

Height made no difference, as they could simply fly from one to the other. The main difference here was that while Earth preferred planes, Drakeinan had been more circularly inclined.

The smooth egg-like shapes were appealing to her kind. Though, Daeja had to admit, the rectangles and squares of Earth were growing on her. She did not care to ponder or debate the non-Drakeins’ obsession with hard lines and parallelograms.