Orbit

        * We are nearly out of oxygen.
        We must attempt a landing.
        A water landing.*

        "Do you think anyone will receive it?" Pock looked needfully.
        "Someone will." Winkin smiled at Pock.

        The capsule got hot as it sped across the atmosphere.
        Winkin curled up in Pock's arms, "We will survive." he
        whispered. Winkin folded her four wings tight to her back.
        Pock wrapped his translucent wings about Winkin.

        Winkin closed her tiny black eyes and remembered the
        green fields and blue skies of her home. "Why did they burn it?"
        she whispered to Pock. "Arrogance. Shhhhhhh." Pock stroked
        Winkins white soft hair on her head and back.

        There was a sudden slam. Winkin and Pock spun about inside.
        "Are we sinking!" Winkin fluttered her wings nervously. Pock looked
        out the one window of their tiny capsule. "No. We are afloat. I can see
        land. We can beach there." Pock raised the tiny capsule with his mind
        and landed it on the beach. Together, they opened their vessel: no
        bigger than a peach pit.

        "It's beautifull!" Winkin flew about the beach weaving sea weed into
        a dress. Pock laughed. He flew up beside her. "What will become
        of our people?" Winkin looked at Pock. "I tried to warn them. If there
        are any left. They would have heard me and followed." Pock looked
        up to the stars in the night sky, "Our beloved Mars will always shine
        over us."

        "I hope none of those apes live here. I like the moon light." Winkin
        kissed Pock. "Life has a way of repeating itself. But, we will hide
        in the woods." Pock stood ontop of their capsul and levitated it.
        They flew deep into the pine.


        :)