Qrir's mind flashed to that day, as he watched the destruction of his home through a screen. Back then, he was just a chick and didn't understand why it had come to this.
The Men'save, as the Tamarain had dubbed them, lived very long lives, compared to many races in the universe. They often reached over five hundred years of age and reached adulthood around a hundred.
At the time of this incident, Qrir was a mere forty years old, barely able to fly properly, and still a fledgling in the world.
Nowadays, Qrir could barely remember his father's face, who had been on a ship trying to defend their home planet, Cicarro. But the sight of the vessels blowing up one by one, as a streak of lightning passed through them, was still carved into his memory.
It was as fresh to him as the memory of the planet collapsing on itself, as its core suddenly imploded.
As fresh as the memory of his private dealings with the lady this very morning.
