She landed boobs-first, which as painful as that was, probably was the best way to land, and her duffel bag came up behind her and whacked her solidly in the back of her head, slamming her face-down into the muddy footprints of everyone who’d walked up this hill ahead of her.

“Ha,” sniffed Nicci, and kept right on walking.

There was a wet sucking sound when Amber pulled her head up—shhhhlup—followed by a brief flurry of giggles, the startled playground kind that weren’t really mean as much as just surprised, and then Mr. Yao asked if she was okay. Just Mr. Yao. Nicci was already gone.

“Yeah.” Dragging her sleeve across her face, she tried to get up, but her stupid foot was still caught. She rolled over instead.

Her first shocked thought when she saw her boot hanging backwards on the end of her leg was that she’d broken her ankle so spectacularly she hadn’t even felt it. Then she saw her naked pink foot lying in the mud beneath her boot and realized she’d just torn the sole off. Not entirely. A few centimeters of rubber still connected the sagging tongue of the bottom of her boot to the rest of it, but it didn’t put up much of a fight when she grabbed it and ripped it away.

“Motherfuck!” she snarled, and threw it into the grass.

No one giggled that time.

A second later, as she was struggling to untie her stupid laces so she could throw the rest of the fucking thing after the sole, the dark weight of a lizardman’s bad mood dropped over her. Meoraq hunkered, moved her hands curtly out of his way, and looked at her foot sticking out of her boot. His spines, already pretty damn low, went flat.

‘Oh sure, like I did it on purpose,’ Amber thought, but didn’t say. She wiped some more mud off her face and tried to ignore him.

He picked up her other foot and inspected the sole on that boot too, grunting to himself as he touched each of the cracks and holes he found. He put it down again. He clasped his hands. He looked at her.

“What?” she said, and hated herself because it was such a sulky sound.

“This was inevitable,” he replied. “What have you done to prepare for it?”

Meoraq did not ask rhetorical questions and he didn’t like it when she treated them that way. Amber tried to wait him out, but after just a few seconds of watching that piss him off, she gave up and looked away. “Nothing,” she said. She tried to say it, anyway. It was more of a whisper. If she’d said it any louder, her stupid voice probably would have cracked. “I didn’t know what to do.”

He caught her hard by the chin and yanked her head back to face him. He leaned in close, red eyes burning. “I did. Why didn’t you ask me?”

And without any warning at all, all the poison of this miserable day bloomed hot in her chest. Her stomach flipped over. She had a split-second when she thought she was going to throw up right on his boots, but what came out was even worse: “Because you hate me!” she shouted, and everybody shuffled back, except Meoraq of course. His eyes narrowed, but that was all. “Why the hell would I ask you for help when you’ve made it so fucking clear that all I do is whine at you? Leave me alone!”

He stared at her without blinking, without moving. Even his spines, the usual barometer of his lizardly emotions, were perfectly still. When he spoke, his voice was very quiet, very calm: “Please yourself.”

Then he stood up.

“We are not stopping!” he snapped at the people who were sitting on their packs and waiting for them. “Move on, all of you!”

Amber finished taking her bottomless boot off and held it limply in her hands, watching them walk away. “What—” Damn it. Her voice did crack. She took a few breaths to toughen up and tried again. “What am I supposed to do?”

“Walk in one boot!” Meoraq snapped over his shoulder. “As that was your plan before this hour, I see no reason you should change it, but when you come to my camp tonight, insufferable human, perhaps you will be ready to ask my advice!”

That was all he said to her, although she could see him continuing the conversation with his god until he reached the top of the hill and passed from sight. No one else waited for her; she didn’t really expect them to. Nicci did linger, and Amber almost called out to her, but then one of the other girls plucked at her arm and Nicci gave her hair that drunken Bo Peep toss and walked away. Just as well. Amber didn’t feel like keeping anyone’s company right now. She was fat and had low self-esteem.

Amber tossed her broken boot to the side of the muddy trail and started walking, but came back after just a few steps to collect it again. She really didn’t want to have to make a whole other boot if all it needed was a new sole. And a few more awkward, lurching steps after that, she took her other boot off too. She tied the laces together, slung them over her shoulder, put her head down, and just walked.

* * *

It made for a very bad day, like the mud and the cold and the rain and the whole crashed-on-an-alien-planet thing weren’t doing enough of that already. She tried to keep up, but her feet were cold and she just fell further and further behind. Soon, she couldn’t see them at all anymore, just their footsteps in the muddy trail she was walking in.

Why hadn’t she said something about her boots? What had she been waiting for, really? Did she think she was going to cross over one of these hills and see a strip mall with a Shoe Outlet and a McDonald’s all lit up and waiting for her? Talk about people who consistently refuse to accept reality. Amber Bierce did not ignore problems and hope they’d go away! She wasn’t Scott and she sure as hell wasn’t Nicci! She was different! She was tough!

Yeah. And now she was barefoot.

Stupid cheap Manifestors’ boots. Weren’t they the ones that were supposed to last for five whole years of colony work? But hell, the ship didn’t work, why should she expect better out of the boots? The Director with his billions and billions of dollars probably outsourced that too. She hoped someone, somewhere, was suing the holy fuck out of him, just like Maria had threatened to do. Class-action lawsuit, you bet.

Everyone gets what they deserve.

The wind slackened off some. The rain fell harder. The trail got slippery, so Amber and her frozen feet moved off into the grass, stumbling now and then over dead vines and picking her way around thorns, but staying upright at least. The grey smudge in the sky began to sink about the same time as the rain finally stopped. She trudged over the top of yet another rolling hill and found the others at the top of the next one, setting up their tents under a half-dozen knobby-armed trees. It probably wasn’t even another hour after that before she was there with them. No one said anything to her as she made her way to the fire and sat, pushing out her aching feet to warm them. She watched the mud dry and crack and drop off in little flakes.

She had no idea how long Meoraq had been sitting beside her. She only found out for herself when she turned to see if there was some water in easy reach that she could maybe wash up in, and there he was.

They looked at each other. His head wasn’t tipped. His spines were relaxed, neither high nor low. He could have been thinking anything.

The fire spat and hissed around the wet braids of grass and dung it burned. The other people did the camping thing, watching them maybe, but keeping their distance. Amber waited, thinking that if he wanted an apology to go with her lonely barefoot hike in the rain, they were in for a long night.

His gaze shifted at last to her shoulder. He picked her boots up by their laces and looked at the broken one. He grunted. It was one of his good ones. She wouldn’t go so far as to call it approving, but it was better than another ‘insufferable human’ comment.