The bird dropped at a ninety degree angle, falling like a stone. Losing his grip on the thing's neck, Matt shoved his feet into the Grunk's coat, trying to do a Fred Flintstone, clutching white knuckled at the saddle rings as his stomach crawled up inside his chest cavity, the rushing wind blasting his poorly protected skin like cold needles.
Past the bird's head stood trees, round buildings situated on monstrous tree branches. Below, the shiny black surface of the ground rushed up to meet him.
Shiny black liquid dotted with islands and gnarled roots, presumably a tar pit, or a swamp, little boat houses here and there. Matt prayed he would never have to test its depths.
The bird dropped like a silent roller coaster with no tracks, showing no signs of slowing as a huge tree branch loomed closer.
Matt practically yelled Psalm 23 at this point.
He screamed as the bough came close enough for him to examine the cracks and flaky chipped bark.
The Grunkiahu's massive wings flapped several times, and they rocked upwards at a forty-five, soaring into the sky.
Quana spoke into Matt's ear. "Frightened?"
"What do you think!" he cried.
She wrapped her furry arms around him, pressing her chest against his body. For a moment Matt forgot to be scared.
"Better?"
"Yeah." He closed a hand around hers, threading their fingers together. He said a prayer.
Something squawked. Matt turned his head and saw winged creatures flying in formation in the purple sky, approaching with the dawn.
"Someone's chasing us."
"I know. Do the Grunks have blue beaks?"
Matt squinted. "Yes."
"Good. They're male. This one isn't." Quana prodded their creature to fly faster, shoved a rod under Matt's armpit. "Here. Hold this."
Quana drew a translucent spheroid full of amber liquid out of a saddlebag with her tail. A large orb, shaped vaguely like a fabric softener ball, but filled...with piss?
She shifted it to her hand. "Knew this would come in handy."
Matt stared. "What's that? A Downy ball?"
"Pheromone. I guess they were trying to breed it."
Snap! Branches fell from a tree. A large avian shape dropped through the canopy with a loud squawk, wings flapping with alarming speed.
"Quana Falcameer!" The rider male on the creature's back shouted, his voice amplified megaphone-like by a device around his neck. "Doqjah jujuba! Jagbei gosa Joreh!"
Ignoring him, Quana gave the Grunk a few sharp slaps with the rod.
They flew faster for awhile, but their ride soon showed signs of fatigue, foaming at the mouth and refusing to fly any faster, despite repeated prods.
Matt paled. "Uh-oh. It's foaming. Our bird is sick!"
"It's okay. That's how they cool down."
The pursuer's beast swooped up behind them, paisley patterned aquamarine beak looming close enough to peck at the tail feathers of Matt's ride.
The male Abreya drew a black staff from a belt holster, aimed at Quana.
The end of it glowed blue and sparked as his finger depressed a button.
Before the stranger could make use of the device, Quana wound up and threw the ball, hitting him square in the chest.
The container exploded in a sticky yellow mess that oozed down his toga like hot honey, poured down the sides of his saddle and splattering his mount's shiny black feathers.
Two other Grunks burst from the trees, one with speckled brown feathers, the other gray.
For a moment, they chased after Quana, but then their nostrils flared, and they stopped near the pheromone coated Grunk and its rider, sniffing, circling, ignoring their master's commands.
The speckled Grunk tried to push the coated one from behind, causing it to squawk angrily and fight back.
As the speckled one persisted with its `romantic' intentions, the gray one got into the conflict. The air filled with a cloud of flapping feathers.
Quana tapped their Grunk onward, through trees tall as California redwoods heavy laden with gourds and branches thick with hexagonal leaves.
Matt cast an anxious glance backwards. "Got any more of those Downy balls?"
Quana fished around in the saddlebag with her tail and shook her head. "Yok."
"I hope that's enough!"
Quana slipped a rod into the saddlebag. "You and I both!"
She steered the Grunk over walls of vines twisted around tree trunks, hopping branches tangled with thorny weeds that snapped at them as they passed. Their mount's speed slowed as they entered a seemingly impenetrable jumble of plant life, and Quana guided the bird to a graceful landing on a gnarled bough camouflaged by thick leafy branches.
Matt's eyes bulged as he stared at the all-too-distant ground. "What are we doing?"
"Giving Nubsa a rest."
"Nubsa?"
"I decided to give her a name. It means `good fortune.'"
Matt stared at the weirdly shaped leafy cover, wondering how well it concealed him. "Is it safe to stop now?"
Quana retracted the cylinders on her rod, stuffing it in the saddlebag with the other one. "I think so."
She climbed off the Grunk, stretching on the pebbled bark.
Matt, however, preferred not to budge from the relative safety of the saddle.
The morning sun illuminated the green matter around them in bright pastel colors, like a painted cel from a big budget cartoon movie. As much as he found the view spectacular, he longed to stand on solid ground again.
"So, how exactly did you find out they were going to capture me?"
Quana leaned over the Grunkiahu's wing. "Nabal kept hinting that he knew something about a friend of mine, not saying which one it was. Then he tried to take advantage of me at the...pool. When he didn't get his way, he started making veiled threats about capturing some wild hairless pet I owned. I didn't take it seriously until I got in bed last night and Dista came in telling me that Didronal were searching the building. Our version of animal control. They had cages, tranquilizers and everything. It wouldn't have taken long for them to find you and take you away to be a test animal. I had to do something fast."
"So Dista helped us." Matt furrowed his brow. "Is she on our side?"
Shades of lime coloration crept into her cheeks. "No. In fact, I...kinda...beat her up...and took her uniform...and copied her hand prints."
Matt stared in disbelief. "What?"
"She would never let me out of the palace. She talks too much. Especially to mother. You wouldn't have had a chance. I knocked her out, tied her up, and put on her clothes. With the Neflah and Lumaci over my head and face, I'm pretty sure everyone thought I was Dista going to Poebbos for worship."
"So they bought it? They thought you were Dista?"
Quana paused. "I thought they did. I didn't do anything to give myself away. I made it out to the Biavax without being bothered that much."
"Huh. So what happened at the Bivouac? Did they catch you then?"
"It's Biavax. But guep, they almost did."
"So much of this is untamed jungle," Matt said. "How are you such a sophisticated race?"
She rolled her eyes. "Would you listen to yourself? We're way ahead of you in environmentalism and environmental technology. Even this area has factories and houses. You just can't see them. Our systems coexist with nature so we don't have to clear cut."
The branches above them rustled and snapped as a blue beak bashed through their leafy cover, its big body cracking and smashing every branch that got in its way.
Matt let out a startled shout. "Quana!"
"Eeek!" Quana dove for cover as the male Grunk swooped in, letting out a loud purring noise, like the sound a guinea pig makes when petted. Nubsa purred back.
"Look!" Quana cried. "No saddle! This one is wild!"
The male nuzzled against Nubsa, its purring noises becoming increasingly louder as it rubbed against her.
Nubsa responded with an annoyed squawk, shaking her head several times as she squawked in lower tones.
With a quack, the male tilted his head quizzically, gave Nubsa a soft peck with his beak and flapped off to the understory.
Matt stared as the bird turned into a little dot and disappeared. "I wonder what that was about."
"Probably courtship."
Uncomfortable with his ride, Matt hung both legs over one side of the saddle before becoming scared and straddling the seat again. "You said you almost got caught trying to leave the palace?"
Quana nodded. "My copy of Dista's prints worked for awhile, but the guards got suspicious around the Biavax. It was fortunate that..." Her cheeks flushed green. "Syed pretended I was Dista and let me through."
"Syed?"
"You met him. The male that scanned you."
"Oh. Right. The guy in the dress. He must really like you."
Quana made a small noise of agreement.
After a short rest, Quana grabbed the rod and hopped back in the saddle. "We should get going."
"Speaking of which, do you even know where this monastery place is?"
Quana showed him a locket containing a tiny computer screen with a map and compass.
"Is that a GPS?"
"It's a Nilfloip." She pushed a button, changing the direction of the arrow. "I got it on my first Elazfil. It uses your nervous system to guide you to all Quaceb holy sites and places of worship." She demonstrated how to locate her temples and other sites by changing the compass direction.
"Your nervous system? Like, for power?"
"Yes...and more." She hung the locket around his neck. "Point in any direction."
He pointed at a tree, and immediately felt vibrations travel through him, as if he lay on a stereo speaker booming classical music. "I feel something."
"Tesagob, our sacred hymn. Try pointing away from there. Does it get any stronger?"
Matt did, and the sensation faded. "No?"
"The Takofuea must be where you pointed before."
"You seem unusually prepared for this. Have you thought of joining the Takofua before?"
"Guep. I hate living at the Joreh. It's such a sheltered life."
"But wouldn't a monastery type place be sheltered?"
"Not in the same way. There would be more service and humility." She took the necklace back.
"What's an Elazfil?"
"It's...a rite of passage."
"Like a Bat Mitzvah?"
"Sort of. Not really. It's about becoming an adult, but the practices are different. Let's go."
She jolted the bird ahead, steering it through the vines and tangled branches to a wall of vines and leaves where the foliage lightened. The bird nosed aside a bushy clump of leaves, and they came soaring through a sprawling futuristic city set in the treetops.
Large buildings made of glass, metal and concrete, standing on the tops of massive branches, buttressed only by thin scaffolding and support beams thin as rebar.
They flew past clusters of small hovels, houses, and a plethora of domed structures resembling business offices, then rows of wide mansions that sometimes spread across two or three trees, factories that took up twice that much, nearly all of it connected by bridges, tunnels and massive walkways.
"Wow," Matt said. "It's like the Ewok village after the Industrial Revolution."
"You wouldn't be saying that if you saw the Duxamca. It makes Disneyland and Universal Studios look like a joke."
Matt laughed and shook his head.
The Grunk banked, passing over an open air market. Vaguely food-like odors wafted up to Matt's nose, making him hungry. "Quana, could you, I don't know, hand me those cereal bars from the bag?"
She dug a box out of a saddlebag with her tail.
Matt ate a couple bars, handed the box back.
"I wish they weren't chocolate," Quana muttered.
The sky darkened, rumbling as they passed through a section of shabby, condemnable tree buildings.
Rhythmic popping sounds echoed amid the blue polka dotted sycamores. "Oh great. It's hailing."
Something wet and squishy pelted Matt in the back of the head. He touched the spot and found his hair coated with slime, a skin of something wet stuck to his head. He stared at the red skin and green stem, furrowing his brow.
As he tried to wipe the slime away, another object fell from the sky, bouncing off the Grunk's noggin. This one he caught before it fell below, staring in disbelief. It looked exactly like a cherry tomato. "What's this?"
"A Cembobo." Quana popped it into her mouth.
"Quana, why is it raining Cembobos?"
"You know how some clouds on your planet can pick up tadpoles and crickets?"
"Hmm. Does this happen often?"
"Every Yarcolemsis. Yarcolemsis bricembobos raulu Quinamm brireodacol."
"Spring showers bring May flowers?"
"Um, sort of like that."
The splattering of Cembobos got heavier, the big bird squawking angrily as the mushy fruits hit her beak and feathers like wet hailstones.
A brilliant flash lit up the forest, striking down a branch ahead of them, and the Grunk let out a terrified dog yelp, flying in a panic. Matt clamped his hands, white knuckled down on the saddle rings, with a mixture of frustration and fear as the creature took off in the wrong direction, fluttering down on a branch some distance away. Its talons drove into the bark.
Nubsa lowered her beak into her down, raising her wings over her body to shield only herself.
Matt scowled as the bird settled into a nap.
"C'mon," Quana sighed. "Let's try an old Vasoxyl trick."
"A what?"
"They're like...our version of cowboys. Or maybe ninjas. They make themselves like baby Grunks to take advantage of their mothering instincts."
"So we're going to drink bird milk? Gross!"
"How did you know Grunkiahus gave milk?"
"I...didn't. I just forgot...Earth birds actually don't."
"We're not drinking bird milk."
"So what are we doing?"
"Here. I'll show you." She slid down the creature's wing, landing on the branch. "C'mon! Get under her wings!"
Clutching Nubsa's slippery feathers, Matt leaned over the saddle, staring down with apprehension.
The bird had perched with her head hanging over one edge of the smooth, rounded branch, her gator tail flopping over the other.
A length of the thick bough extended from beneath both wings. Although the bough seemed long enough to fit at least two birds of Nubsa's size, its width didn't appear to be much wider than a yard or so, and Cembobo rind coated it. A building lay a few stories below him. Not something Matt wanted to fall upon. He balked, twitching in fear as more fruit and actual precipitation rained down on his head.
"C'mon, Matt!"
"I can't!" He wiped juice off his face. "I'll miss!"
"Then climb to where I was and drop down from there!"
Matt climbed into the back seat, leaning over the edge. "If I come down, I won't be able to get back up without falling!"
Quana leaned over the wing with her arms outstretched. "I'll help you up! I have a tail!"
Matt hoped he only imagined her muttering something about his pants having no traction.
"Okay, Quana!" Matt dug his trembling fingers deep into Nubsa's wing. "You'd better not miss!"
With a death grip on the feathers, he stuck his bare foot over the side, dug his toes into the wings, wincing as the bird made irritated growling sounds in response.
Cautiously, Matt slid his way down the wing into Quana's waiting arms, his terror heightening with the sudden rain and constant pelting of Cembobos.
Quana brought him shaking, beneath Nubsa's wing, and a mass of feathers pressed the two heavily against the creature's big warm body.
Matt wiggled into a safe, comfortable position, noting with relief that he couldn't see the ground from his vantage point.
He pressed his face into the creature's bandage and cigarette scented down, staring into the darkness. "Quana?"
"Yeah?"
"Just checking if you were there."
She chuckled. "I'm here, Wusu."
Matt silently listened to the sounds of Nubsa's and Quana's breathing, the Cembobos pattering off the bird's feathers like hail on a canvas tent. He closed his eyes, but fear kept him awake, despite his tiredness.
Quana broke the silence. "This reminds me of when we hatched my sister."
"You hatched your sister?"
"Yeah. The whole family was there to help. We had a storm then too. Really bad power outage."
"How do you keep from being bored all that time?"
"We share our feelings...we tell stories and jokes and discuss different things...Sometimes we read to each other, or read by ourselves. Some families do crafts, or watch the Misaduso if they have one."
They didn't talk for a moment, the Grunk's breathing filling the silence.
"So, about the escape. What happened after you got past the biovac?"
"Biavax." She cleared her throat. "Right after I got through the door, I messed with the wiring so nobody else could get through. That worked for awhile, but when I got in the Basuea, someone must have figured out what happened, because I couldn't get it to go anywhere."
"The...tram thing was broken?"
"Guep. I had to hotwire it. Eventually I got to the end of the tunnel. I think they must have found out what happened by then, since the hand prints no longer worked and I had to rewire the door to open it. I had similar problems with the elevator, but reprogrammed it so I could get to the lower, less secure level of the Joreh (By the way, I did this all while dragging your sleeping body behind me.) It got easier in the common area. I just took a public elevator and brought you to the Grunkiahu barn."
"Are you still going to marry Nabal?"
"Not if I can help it. Mom broke her promise."
Unsure about how to respond, Matt silently leaned his head against the Grunkiahu's down, listening to its thundering heartbeat as he contemplated egg hatching.
The splattering sounds fell silent.
"I think it's safe to get out."
The creature's wing raised up, brilliant light streaming through the feathers as Quana pushed her way free.
When Matt followed, his foot slipped on the juicy sludge and he slid to the very edge. Flailing his arms in a mindless panic as his bare feet rolled over the side.
He sucked in his breath. His foot slid with ease around the contour of the branch, tilting his body forward at a dangerous angle.
As he pitched forward, Matt squeezed his eyes shut, holding his air like diving in a pool.
"Matt!" Quana yelled. "No!"
She grabbed handfuls of Matt's tunic and pants, tail constricting tightly around his stomach as her nails dug into his clothing.
Quana growled with effort as she pulled him backwards until he found himself standing secure on the bark again.
Matt gasped, staring at her in amazement. "I thought I was dead! How did you do that!"
"Look at my feet." She stretched out the fingers of her feet, cracking their knuckles. "My feet are strong, and their secretions stick to anything. Including cotton footwear."
He gawked, open mouthed.
"I thought you saw that before." Quana shook her head, clamping her feet around the wood. "We should go."
Matt nodded. With fearful eyes never leaving the bird's body, Matt grabbed Nubsa's wing with a fierce grip, making fumbled attempts to get back in the saddle.
After a good push from beneath, some torn feathers, and lots of angry squawking, Matt got his leg over the saddle, hopping over the bump. "I'd give anything to stand on solid ground again."
"You will. Just be patient." Quana hopped into the back seat, and the Grunk stirred, shaking the Cembobo juice off its head and feathers like a dog.
Quana gave the bird a prodding, but it didn't move.
"Matt. Ear."
"Oh. Right." Matt pinched a pink ear and the bird launched off into the air once more, into a big clearing.
"Man, I'm thirsty," Matt said. "I wish I'd brought some water."
"There's some in the bag. Of course, it's for Grunkiahus."
"I don't care. Water is water."
Quana handed him an oddly shaped bottle.
As Matt gulped down the brackish celery tasting liquid, something mooed in the distance.
He glanced back, dropped the bottle in surprise at what he saw.
Two pursuers in purple suits zoomed down from the treetops, one mounted on a black Grunk, the other on a beast with coffee brown feathers.
Upon coming closer, both riders climbed to a standing position on their saddles, pointing baton devices at Quana.
A low humming noise indicated the hunters had not come alone. Four boat-like domed vehicles shot around the trees, flying in formation around him.
Quana jolted the Grunk several times, but it didn't respond.
"Matt!"
Nodding, Matt squeezed Nubsa's ear, and she shot off like a bolt.
"Nubsa, you are way too obedient."
The bird blew a raspberry through its beak.
The rider on the black beast pushed a button on his baton, and a spray of gray material shot out, cocooning Quana's body like Spider Man's lasso.
Matt watched with horror as the hunter jerked the weapon back, and the princess went flying from the saddle with a scream.
Quana girlfriend fell helplessly through the air, control rod shattering on a tree branch on the way to the forest floor.
"Quana! No!"
The hunter hooked his baton to the saddle of his black mount, leaving Matt's girlfriend to dangle by the gray stretchy substance, like a sportsman at the end of a bungee cord.
Matt watched helplessly as the hunter retracted the gray cocoon into his waiting clutches.
Puzzled, Nubsa craned her head around, sniffing and blinking at Matt.
When the bird noticed the empty seat, her eyes widened, her feathered visage forming the expression of a mad horse about to stampede.
"No," Matt gasped in terror. "No!"
Nubsa only nodded, blasting air out of its nostrils.
"No!" he yelled. "No you dumb bird!"
The creature responded by mooing in his face, filling his nostrils with the smell of melted plastic and jasmine.
All color drained from Matt's complexion as the bird whipped its head forward, furiously beating its wings.
The trajectory of Matt's mount took on a sharp vertical angle, as if trying to throw him from its back. Terrified, Matt held his breath, gripping the saddle rings so tightly that it turned his knuckles white.
"Please, Nubsa! Don't drop me! Nice bird! Nice smart bird!"
The Grunk snorted.
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ALIEN CHARACTERS:
Choxu: Prince of the Voorop nation, previous suitor for Quana Falcameer.
Dista: Personal servant of Quana Falcameer.
Nabal: Prince of Kadegni, fiancee of arranged marriage to Quana Falcameer.
Quana Falcameer: Princess of Pathilon.
Rusa: A male arranged to be Quana's suitor.
Tama Falcameer: Queen of Pathilon.
Thiftreda: Princess of another nation bordering Bencap.
GLOSSARY
Abreya: Furry aliens with bare humanoid faces and hands, long opossum-like tails, and feet resembling human hands.
Auno: Powerful subatomic unit, providing energy surpassing that of nuclear fission or fusion.
Bariafu: A special cloaking system for Pathilonian spaceships.
Bedzyk: First female ever created, according to Gaxea.
Beaurbak: Security device on a spaceship.
Boomosi: Far rural area of Pathilon, inhabitants known to be uneducated bumpkins.
Bub Tig: Special entree enjoyed by Abreyas.
Chirqui: Obelisks that absorb essences of sacrifices, transporting them to Kwibron, for the honor of Ponai.
Deglos: Planet near Abreya planet Pathilon.
Deoring: Paradise planet described in Holy Gaxea.
Duvalha: A dictatorial nation of Kaybok system history.
Duwaky: Transit tunnel.
Duxamca: Pathilon's best amusement park.
Elazfil: Coming of age observance for Quacebs.
Ferleok: Coldest of the eleven planets of the Kaybok planetary system.
Fetmip: Chemical that can change coloration of your blushing and blood.
Fopakna: Quaceb anointing ritual.
Fotebja: Abreya entertainment device.
Fubalca: Special knockout gas developed by Abreyas. Contains a percentage of breathable air.
Futamer: Planet destroyed in Auno wars of Duvalha.
Gaxea: The core Quaceb religious book.
Gogibi: Cryogenic stasis machine.
Gojot: "Living room" of a spacecraft.
Gi'uz: Ceremonial Quaceb headwear for males and females.
Haxgorg: Personal toilet waste disposal appliance.
Hirejosi: A sawing machine.
Hoyroq: Premium sacrificial animal used to expunge Quacebs from their sins.
Iznolgu: Environment suit.
Jiticuha: A monastic organization.
Jufuceri: Planet in which law treaties regarding Auno energy were drafted.
Kadegni: Country located close to border of Bencap.
Kaiaquke: Stellar nursery
Kecuru: Special mineral found on planet Deglos.
Kicabaii: Special gas that exists on Kugifogelo, has unusual properties that affect coloration of its atmosphere.
Kisostrom: A book in the Quaceb Holy Gaxea.
Kugifogelo: Planet nearest Abreya planet Pathilon.
Kwibron: Core religious site for the Quaceb faith.
Lemwag: Abreya showering cubicle.
Lerilite: Laser sawing element on an Hirejosi.
Lyuntaaz: Quaceb religious observance similar to passover and Hanukkah.
Medufa: "Planet of Temptation/Downfall" according to Gaxea.
Mimapi: Matriarchs of the Gaxea.
Miricacci Sector: A galaxy containing the Abreya universe.
Nafnith: Main world altar of Quaceb faith.
Navaktos: Quaceb ceremonial mats.
Neflah: Ceremonial Quaceb headwear for females.
Nilfloip: Quaceb compass that directs one to holy sites.
Obnurd: Personal toilet waste disposal appliance.
Pabizol: Vision correcting devices.
Pathilon: Planet of Abreyas.
Pija: A staple food for Abreyas, similar to wheat.
Pijaturu Festival: A grand celebration that harkens back to ancient times, regarding the harvest of Pija.
Pihodai: A group of Abreya Quacebs described in the Gaxea.
Pocwam: A Quaceb saint.
Ponai: Quaceb religious name for God.
Pufedaga: Special mineral found on Ferleok.
Pulotage: Docking center at Bencap palace.
Quaceb: A monotheistic Abreya religion, or one who adheres to the religion.
Quidsy: Spaceship manufacturing company.
Quinamm: A month on the Pathilonian calendar.
Rilla: First Abreya ever created, according to the Gaxea.
Rujodale: An alien type of furniture, resembling a Venus flytrap.
Rukhag: A month on the Abreya calendar.
Saholiqe: A country on one of the planets described in Gaxea.
Sihiku of Tocedopu: Alien tree of forbidden knowledge, described in the Gaxea.
Stopamoya Jerz: Famous Quaceb saint/Pocwam.
Supica: Quana's spaceship.
Takofuea: Quaceb monastery.
Tagososi Bosigoqa/"Flash Matter Transit Zone": Hidden area of space where bubbles of time can be encountered.
Tarru Lorejiba: Matrimony. Literally "Binding of tails."
Tesagob: A sacred Quaceb hymn.
Tuldil of Fuceti: A second version of the tree of forbidden knowledge, according to the Gaxea.
Vanseb: Quaceb religious temple.
Vemorik: Communications device.
Voorop: Nation adjacent to Bencap.
Wava: "Tongue", the language of Abreyas.
Wighesh: Dress-like garment worn by male Abreyas.
Witad: Spirit of Ponai.
Wodov: Priest or priestess of Quaceb faith.
Wusu: A chicken-like creature used as livestock.
Yarkolemsis: A month on the Pathilonian calendar.
Zorlaeba: "The Evil One."
Zux Leem: An alien fruit.
WAVA LESSONS:
Note: These aren't solid rules. I got tired of trying to trying to write stuff in Wava after awhile and just threw everything together. Sometimes I didn't even spell the alien words correctly.
Bitu: Indicates future tense.
Bri: Used before a word to indicate plural forms. Often used at the beginning of a word.
Cik: Can be used instead of Chik, as a contraction.
Gi: Add to word to indicate "we," such as Gisnaa ("We can").
Iga: Add to word to make possessive.
`Ih: Used to indicate past tense.
Teb: Indicates action progressively, like "ing" in English. Example: "Walking" would be "Jujagteb", not "Jujago".
O'h: Past tense ending in a vowel.
Paga: "Quality of being". Example: "Borpaga" (Worriment).
Yi: Functions the same as "not" when added to words.
Contractions: Words can be combined into contractions. Example: Guki'ua=Guki+Hua ("May I"), Chibya=chik+bya (you were)
NUMBERS:
Dool: 10
Rey: 9
Fat: 8
Dolsike: 7
Leeg: 6
Diete: 5
Ri: 4
Oim: 3
Hanna: 2
Bid: 1
LEXICON:
Aaberahu: Solely/strictly/alone
Abukos: Nothing
Adanep: Behavioral model
Ahdep: Halt!
Aiju: Closer
Algot: Any
Andere: Amen
Aoqigoia: Neutralize
Artane: Beacon
Audep: Halt!
Ausuhi: Force (v)
Azulfine: Upstairs
Batua: Dressed/wearing
Bea: The
Bebak: Other
Becuro: Finally
Baueco: Bless/guide
Benuforte: Prophet
Benuton: Prophecy
Biofa: There
Bisa: Who
Biti: Let/allow
Bixok: Queen
Boine: Bless
Boqadi: Proof
Boru: Worry
Bya: Was
Cacurei: View (n)
Cajbei: Trouble/problem
Cagote: Ignorant
Cao: Far
Capamfe: Wonderful
Casiku: Recognize
Ceo: Her
Chik: You
Chisda: Heaven
Chuzka: Idiot
Clozaril: Disable
Coamurugi: Hypothetical
Con: With
Coz: As/for/from
Culumafa: Worship/adore
Daced: Plan
Dahna: I am
Darulo: Mate/Have Sex
De: Of
Debotoke: Consider
Demofoa: Order
Depogast: Reenter
Derako: Soon
Dete: Each
Devibo: Pagan/unbeliever/heathen
Docuinu: Best
Doqjah: Surrender
Dotasa: Future
Duboqidu: Grant/allow
Dudpim: Rather/Prefer
Duhem: Die (verb)
Duquedaka: System
Duigoje: Separated
Dutio: Happen/occur
Eidaraba: Guess/suppose
Eiko/wof: Now
Emilihu: Threat
Eyap Mez: Good night
Fapai: Fight (verb)
Fepahoi: Choice/option
Feut: Whether/if
Fipogue: Waste
Fito: At/to
Foqipi: Child
Fuqapeh: Bride
Gac: Have
Gahagi: Has
Gapsom: Affection
Garu: Keep
Garzok: Heathen
Gaz:u: Know
Geben: Father
Gebupega: "People" (Abreyas)
Gefmoo: Another
Gehgapeqak: Egotistical/Egomaniacal
Ge'l: He
Gibet: Them
Gik: We
Giperhofi: "Weirdo"
Gimble: Affectionate nickname like "honey".
Gingahan: Serious
Giwi: Will
Glaap: Want
Gosa: To
Gosaca: Engine
Guep: Yes
Guki: May/might/can/could
Guom: Where
Gubayo: Hand
Gurabo: About/concerning/on
Guv: It
Guvicoh: "It's" (contraction of "it is")
Ha: Or
Hapa: Eat
Hei: On
Hib: Is/are
Hieroda: Alarm
Hifarud: Ever
Higiwi: I will
Hua: Me
Huqea: Fake/false/artificial/fraud
Hurgoco: Fool
Hurota: Foolish
Ip: An/"A"
Jagbei: Return
Jagopune: Give up/surrender/leave
Jaii: Do
Jegfoj: Clever
Jeko: Also
Jiaz: Like
Jaogoa: Capture/Catch
Jocabai: These
Johoca: Side
Jomofo: Join
Jopotaju: Comfortable
Joreh: Palace
Jub: So (in order that)
Jujago: Walk
Jujuba: Immediately
Julujau: Invalid
Kai: And
Kahna: Name/"Called"
Kalaja: Political
Kee: So (interjection)
Kehag: Time
Kenuiji: Prepare
Keucam: Happy/Cheerful
Kigo: Sorry
Kimera: Present/presence
Knoli: Find/discover
Kolapibu: Sharing
Kreah: What
Kuiyo: Holy
Kulwad: Stop
Kusele: Make/Create
Labuc: By/under the order of/under/subject to
Lajuje: Word
Layd: Here
Legparf: Mean
Leijue: Thief
Liduli: Pace
Lifahu: During
Lorejiba: Bind
Maltuje: Ask
Mese: Too/very
Micha: "Little"/"small", often used affectionately.
Midasu: Truth/True
Midhohu: Honestly/seriously/truly/really/actually
Minahujo: Display/show (v)
Moacibi: Praise/Flatter
Moqo: In/inside
Muhafofo: Relationship (connection)
Najikece: Detect
Najufe: Boyfriend
Nar: Him
Narun: Male
Neebee: Search
Niblet: Kill/destroy/shut off
Nueto: Silly
Nuqida: Prison/jail
Nux: Help
Oalesa: Would
Oopuhane: Individual
Pae: Give
Paneciqa: Everywhere
Parehe: Then
Patnar: Firing
Patuihi: Defect
Pebe: Say
Pequecoja: Confess
Peraha: Cage
Pihile: Clearly/definitely
Pikhi: Need
Pimopek: Exterior
Pimqam: Self Praising/Self Important
Pisoqo: Just/only
Pofokiai: Password
Poiagupu: Heart/Mind
Pugot: Everything
Puguqe: Belong to
Pusasuji: Hide/conceal
Pyoci: Like (verb)
Qafe: Take
Qasolire: Purpose/Reason
Qecajeda: Birth
Qilahami: Treatment
Qiol: My/mine
Qoeloqe: Challenge/competition
Quako: Self
Quayhox: Fur
Qiciheli: Recording
Qidu: Table
Qugu: Certain/Sure
Rajua: Dear
Raraba: Must
Raulu: Bring
Redaheo: Nice/fine
Remabe/Reem: Mother/mom
Reodacol: Rain
Repisita: "Jerk" (Disagreeable Person)
Riko: Be
Ritaqomi: Approaching
Roca: Within
Rofi: By
Rua: Your
Rudibugu: Background
Ruhd: This
Rulijo: What we have?
Saojifa: Security
Scrumsaarg: Marriage
Sejucore: Planet
Shnarf: That/concerning
Siruka: Wrong
Snaa: Able/can
Sohenogi: Question
Soisofu: Family
Soqokuru: Identify
Sotukobe: Religion
Subecosu: Bother
Suka: Many/Much
Tarru: Tail
Tebesoe/Tebesque: Command
Tibu: His
Ticoh: Is
Tipohu: Add
Tiks: When
Tocedopu: Wisdom
Tohibou: Run/operate
Toihoja: Board(v)
Toib: See
Tuc: "Child" or "Baby", usually used condescendingly or as a pet name.
Tupaha: Possible
Ucuk: Speak
Umua: Thank you
Vatus: King/ruler/lord
Viravo: How
Weh: Our
Welk: Use
Xoc: Go/Going
Yalnov:
Yok: No
Yunk: Why
Zaib: Correct
Zoor: Because/since