A human, an older teen, screamed in terror when the mix of avian and reptilian havenworlders found them. They were thin, alone on that barren rock, injured, and shaking. They very gently helped the youth learn they were safe, no longer alone, and deserved kindness. -- Anon Guest
Hal knew that they were lucky to survive. They were also rather lucky that they had had an obsession with surviving seemingly impossible accidents. How to survive on a desert island. How to survive a welding impact with an alien vessel. How to survive a marooning in hyperspace.
How to survive a crash on a hostile planet, as it turned out, was the most useful scenario that they'd ever fantasised their way through. which was a conglomeration of information. As well as absorbing the cliff notes of stone-age technological skills.
There was a lot that could be accomplished with sticks and stones, mud and string. All four, and the ability to weave. It was a lot faster when one had scrap remnants from a Cheese Grater Landing on the surface of the world.
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