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Eesil stormed out of the Finiss spaceport, her tail whipping furiously behind her and the soul spots an angry purple. She easily slipped through the throngs of tourists, barely seeing them through the thoughts rushing through her head. She turned and skirted around the side of the building, away from the open doors that spewed aliens of all kinds onto the tourist trap. She found a little isolated grove of trees. She stopped, crossed all four arms and waited for her son.

In moments Flyspur trudged into view, his tail dragging the ground, his purple eyes lowered to the sand directly in front of him and all four arms wrapped miserably around himself.

"Don't you care anything about your family at all?"

Flyspur looked up at her with wide eyes and gave a chuff of distress. "W...what? Of course I do, Mother."

"Well, I certainly can't tell. You were going to abandon us all. What kind of Jssfloon abandons their family, Flyspur?"

He dropped his head and his tail curled around one leg. "Not a very good one..." He whimpered.

Eesil paced a few steps, her orange tail flicking wildly. "That's right. Do you realize the social repercussions? Everyone would see us as the family who's child ran away. We would never live it down. Do you understand?"

He shrank even further. "Yes...Mother. I..I didn't think about..."

"Of course not. You completely lose the ability to reason for yourself when you are with that offworlder!"

He wring his lower hands and chuffed again, this time repeatedly, sounding distinctly like crying. "I'm terribly sorry. I didn't mean to hurt anyone."

She stopped pacing and looked down at him. "You were stowing away. That is illegal. This is not the kind of child you are, Flyspur. How did that human convince you to do this horrible thing?"

The boy took in a shaky breath, his spots pulsating in distress. "He...he said...in space no one would care if I was a Third. That...that people would talk to me."

She closed her eyes for a moment and she uncrossed her arms. "I see." She let out a slow breath and her tail stopped it's manic swishing. She moved over to him and took his lower hands in to hers. "My son...You are a Third. And running from it will not change that. I know your life is...difficult. But you have everything you need here. "And...." She squeezed his hands. "You have a duty to this planet and to this family. Sometimes we have to give up our fantasies for what needs to be done." She lowered herself in front of him and brushed his face with an upper hand. "Loyalty...family, my son is more important than anything. You need to remember that. We need you."

His eyes came up to look at her. "You do?"

She smiled at him and bumped her forehead against his. "Of course we do."

"But...Rover says that out there I can have friends."

"Oh, my dear son." She brushed his hair with her fingers. "You don't need friends. You have your family, that's all you should ever need. Okay?"

He nuzzled her a little. "But..."

"Shh." She said gently. "Mother knows best."

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This is a second part to this story: www.deviantart.com/chill13/art…

Eesil stormed out of the Finiss spaceport, her tail whipping furiously behind her and the soul spots an angry purple. She easily slipped through the throngs of tourists, barely seeing them through the thoughts rushing through her head. She turned and skirted around the side of the building, away from the open doors that spewed aliens of all kinds onto the tourist trap. She found a little isolated grove of trees. She stopped, crossed all four arms and waited for her son.

In moments Flyspur trudged into view, his tail dragging the ground, his purple eyes lowered to the sand directly in front of him and all four arms wrapped miserably around himself.

"Don't you care anything about your family at all?"

Flyspur looked up at her with wide eyes and gave a chuff of distress. "W...what? Of course I do, Mother."

"Well, I certainly can't tell. You were going to abandon us all. What kind of Jssfloon abandons their family, Flyspur?"

He dropped his head and his tail curled around one leg. "Not a very good one..." He whimpered.

Eesil paced a few steps, her orange tail flicking wildly. "That's right. Do you realize the social repercussions? Everyone would see us as the family who's child ran away. We would never live it down. Do you understand?"

He shrank even further. "Yes...Mother. I..I didn't think about..."

"Of course not. You completely lose the ability to reason for yourself when you are with that offworlder!"

He wring his lower hands and chuffed again, this time repeatedly, sounding distinctly like crying. "I'm terribly sorry. I didn't mean to hurt anyone."

She stopped pacing and looked down at him. "You were stowing away. That is illegal. This is not the kind of child you are, Flyspur. How did that human convince you to do this horrible thing?"

The boy took in a shaky breath, his spots pulsating in distress. "He...he said...in space no one would care if I was a Third. That...that people would talk to me."

She closed her eyes for a moment and she uncrossed her arms. "I see." She let out a slow breath and her tail stopped it's manic swishing. She moved over to him and took his lower hands in to hers. "My son...You are a Third. And running from it will not change that. I know your life is...difficult. But you have everything you need here. "And...." She squeezed his hands. "You have a duty to this planet and to this family. Sometimes we have to give up our fantasies for what needs to be done." She lowered herself in front of him and brushed his face with an upper hand. "Loyalty...family, my son is more important than anything. You need to remember that. We need you."

His eyes came up to look at her. "You do?"

She smiled at him and bumped her forehead against his. "Of course we do."

"But...Rover says that out there I can have friends."

"Oh, my dear son." She brushed his hair with her fingers. "You don't need friends. You have your family, that's all you should ever need. Okay?"

He nuzzled her a little. "But..."

"Shh." She said gently. "Mother knows best."