Janx, perpetually beleaguered alien xenobioligist, had spent the last three days searching for the missing Review Council members with absolutely no success whatsoever. While the magic mirror made the task infinitely easier, it was still a lot of terrain to survey.
Janx excellent physical condition was all that guaranteed the unexpected voice in his ear did not induce the cardiac failure it might have in a lesser-fit being.
“Having a hard go of it, Janxie? I suppose I will have to forego the enjoyment of watching you fret and show you, eh?”
Before he could formulate a suitably-scathing reply, Talanda whisked the two of them away to the base of an enormous tree. Hearing her mocking laughter, he stared up.
Recognizing several of the figures scattered among the tree’s limbs, Janx was, forcibly, reminded of the considerable risks of re-materializing in the same space as another object.
This story was written for the weekly Visual Dare flash fiction prompt: climbing. As a personal challenge, I have been stringing the prompts from week to week into an ongoing story. This marks the tenth such and previous installments may be found here.