Kevan Smith - Loss

Tiny creatures wriggle beneath Bonn’s feet.  Brown; deep maroon; iridescent blue that turns invisible.

“Puter, how does this happen?”

“Its blue sheen/scales leave your visual range.  It is well seen through ultra-violet.  A mechanism to survive and hunt in the soil” Puter proposes.

“There is so much loss with my senses that is there for you to see” Bonn quips.

“Yes, I sense night waves I know you can’t see.  Solar UV and IR radiation.  There are creatures roaming this planet that you will never see.  One of my jobs is to steer them away; to protect you.”

Bonn sighs.