Ginny is a little girl living on the planet Drezvir. In Gingezel 1: The Limit she gets lost ...
Ginny Kwan tightened the drawstring of her hood securely around her face. Then she fitted the oxygen trickle tube below her nose and strapped the canister to her belt. It was awkward there. She kept bumping it, but there was no room on her back with her knapsack. Then she reached for her knapsack, fitting her arms through the straps and making a face as the heavy weight settled. It contained three full spray bottles of dilute chicken manure, another full spray bottle of water, assorted measuring devices, her mother’s geological hammer borrowed without permission for the outing, and her after-school lunch. Knapsack in place, she put on gloves and activated the contact to the airlock to the outside.
Outside, not in one of the connecting snakes. The very thought made Ginny tingle with excitement. She hated being in a habitat all the time. She knew it wasn’t practical to be outside other than for work. It had been drilled into her that the oxygen in the canisters was expensive and just dissipated, not recycled like the air in the habitats. But she hated the word practical, just like she hated being inside. And now that she was doing important scientific experiments for C.C. - she refused to call him Dr. Windegren in her mind - she didn’t have to worry. She could go outside after school any night she wanted. It was true that she was not supposed go alone, but Tessa would be hours and hours finishing her math homework. She would be back by then.
Ginny stepped through the outer door and out into the thin, biting wind. It would be winter soon, and she didn’t expect the lichen were growing much now, but C.C. had said to keep the experiment going until he came back from the seashore, which was fine by her. That would be in a couple of weeks, but she’d happily keep going out all winter if she thought she could sell the idea.
A pile of grit that had blown up by the door crunched under Ginny’s foot. She stomped down again, savoring the sound and feel of soil giving below her booted foot. As much as she enjoyed simply being outside alone, she also loved Drezvir, every last millimeter of the parts that she had explored. The shapes of the hills with their changing shadows tempted her to explore them. Every place she went was subtly different in contour and color. Someday she would explore all of Drezvir, but just for now she contented herself with the fact that she had already explored quite a bit of it.
Excerpt from Gingezel 1: The Limit © Gingezel
Any resemblance between the character images and any person living or dead is strictly coincidental. These are artist portraits created by the authors to match their imaginings of the characters using Photoshop and/or DAZ3D.