Leto studied the cactus. He had watered it once, but now the flower started to wilt and he wondered whether that was just the natural process of life and death or whether he had caused it through lack of proper knowledge. It was a desert plant, yes, but many deserts here were not quite as dry as Arrakis.

That would change though. The process which ( Read more... )

Leto had pulled the chair up next to the window. He leaned the baliset against his shoulder, and after adjusting the tuning a little he struck a few chords. Then there was a silence while he roamed through his memories for a tune to play, and eventually he found an old Fremen song, possibly lost to the people of his day. He played it slowly at ( Read more... )

Leto looked up at the sky, hoping it wouldn't rain. He had suggested a walk with Fiona yesterday, and he should have know the weather here was unpredictable. Not like in the desert, of course, but then you didn't go for recreational walks there.

He drew a breath. Was there some new kind of flower in bloom? The scent was a little heavy.

[For Fiona. ( Read more... )