Why Is There An Alien Princess In My Room? (ONC 2023 - Alien Romance - Complete)

16: Vyrsa Watches A Space Movie

The sights, sounds, and smells of human civilization mesmerized Vyrsa during her walk through the place that Tristan called a mall, which appeared to be filled with goods that were neither necessary nor rare but yet appeared to bring immense joy to the visitors. On Vyrsa's home planet, all vital goods were provided by the rulers, to avoid unnecessary waste. Many were the planets that had toppled under piles of trash, and the Isolans wanted to avoid such a fate at all costs. Vyrsa's own father had been instrumental in the decision to forbid consumable goods, and since the decision had been made before she was born, she had never questioned the wiseness in it.

But seeing the spark in these humans' eyes as they chose between different models, colors, and cuts of products, made her wonder just a little what it would be like to choose: to actually have the chance to express her individuality in her clothing and accessories.

Her human beau skillfully guided her up several escalators—which were a scary experience at first—toward a darkly lit place emblazoned with colorful posters.

"Tris!" the call made Vyrsa turn toward two humans by the entrance, one with blond hair that swirled in circles around his shoulders and the other with dark straight tresses. She appreciated the fact that humans had different hair colors and styles. It made keeping them apart much easier. Her kind all fashioned their hair similarly, with only minor differences in shade and shape.

The human habit to change clothes daily and dress for different occasions also fascinated her. Tristan must have changed his upper body garments, which he referred to as t-shirts, every day since she met him. Today's choice was in bright blue with an image of a small green figure in a robe on it. She figured this must be a revered deity on Earth.

When she'd asked him about it during their walk to the mall, he'd mumbled something about Baby Yoda and then gone on an adorable tangent into a fantastical world she knew nothing about. To be perfectly honest, she hadn't understood much of it but she'd understood that it meant something to Tristan, so she'd listened attentively anyway. Maybe one day, it would all make sense to her.

Although maybe on that day, she would no longer be here, among blathering and fanciful humans. The realization hurt like a blade to her heart every time it dawned on her, so she distracted herself toward an intriguing query instead.

Before that day of inevitable separation, she felt compelled to find an answer to the question of how humans... mated? Not that she wanted to mate in the "let's have a cross-species baby, hopefully, it'll be cute"-way but she was curious about their customs nonetheless. Very curious. Perhaps that was a subject she and Tristan could explore together even.

For science, of course!

She suppressed the thoughts of alien mating habits—because she worried the intensified glitter level on her cheeks would give her curiosity into such matters away—and plastered on a beaming smile to mingle with Tristan's friends. On most planets, physical relationship habits weren't something usually discussed in public and she figured this planet probably was the same.

"Robin, Tyler, this is Vyrsa," Tristan introduced her to his earthling brethren.

She shook both humans' hands when they were reached toward her. Luckily, Tristan had held a tutorial earlier on how to greet people so she now mastered the skill of shaking not too hard but also not too light.

"Wow," Tyler exclaimed upon gazing at her face, which was half-hidden beneath a hooded jacket to not draw too much attention to herself at the mall. "Tris wasn't kidding when he said you're into cosplay! You're actually sparkling!"

"Thank you..." Vyrsa mumbled, a bit embarrassed about the focus on her looks. Back at Isola, everyone sparkled at all times. Although perhaps she currently sparkled a bit more than usual, on account of the not-exactly-pure queries plaguing her mind.