Flying was always exhilarating , sometimes it amazed the Goemjibi boys that they were only a handful of people on Xerphos who could fly. They often to took their Firaxian heritage for granted, but it had saved their lives from the Harvester robots. "I lost my shoes," Dariel complained as they hovered in the air. "Perspective, you brat, it is better to lose your shoes than all your internal organs," Kariel reminded him. "The only article of clothing that is required by law is footwear, and persons without it shall be fined," the youngest of them pointed out quoting Xerphosian law. Clothing was optional on the tropical planet, and more a matter of vanity than anything else, but shoes were an absolute necessity." "I think a exception would be made," Yariel said, glancing around nervously. It seemed Harvesters could not fly, that was a relief. "Besides you're an Ambassador's son, that must mean something." "Since when?" the others both challenged. "The only advantage we have is body guards we don't want, where were they anyway?" Dariel demanded. "Considering we make a game out of ditching them, we should be hoping that we had lost them otherwise they are spread all over the skyway." "Everything is different now, we have to protect ourselves, no one else can," Kariel pointed out. "We're going to have to figure out exactly what it means to be a god." **** Was going to title this Different now, since I learned to put M$ skins on Genesis characters, and how to use Uberlighting, but it would disrupt the story thread.