Paradise Island.

That was your plane of residence, though you differed from the usual inhabitations by virtue of being an alien. A tamaranean to be exact—as no man was allowed to enter the island, but Tamaraneans were not human mortal men. Thus, your gender as one did not matter and you were allowed to seek refugee here. She never pressed as to why you came here, but her sisters were all too happy to teach you their way of life.

They honoured you with training and workshops, teaching you vital skills like horse back riding, archery, and how to be a warrior. In turn, you taught them your planet’s way of life despite being galaxies away from your home planet. She found herself watching you these days, admiring how the sweat slick on your skin eased off. Beautiful.

“Mind if I join you, starlight?”

Diana’s rumbling voice filtered from behind her friend, soft and inviting. She approached them as if dealing with a spooked animal, dropping down beside them.

“What seems to be troubling you?”