"Some creatures are simply hard to talk with. Take the Krys for example…"

Strange plant-creatures from Rosetta II, the Rosahomin are, for a small portion of their lives, roughly humanoid creatures, fully sentient, and capable of interacting with the galaxy.

An oval a full mile and a quarter in circumfrence, infield thick with dark grass, surrounded by white fences and stands enough to seat two thousand spectators. The smell of hay, horse sweat, and excitement is strong in the air…

The most important horse race of the year is fast approaching, thousands are expected to attend. Too bad that the horse favored to win has gone missing…