Azri approached the air docking yard early in the morning. There were flags strung up around the entrance: there had been some sort of festival or flea market over the weekend. Azri never paid attention to anything that went on on this side of the lake, but a banner bearing the words "Human Festival" announced the site's purpose. Azri thought that sounded incredibly vague, happily put it out of her mind and kept walking: a wall of storm clouds loomed over the horizon. This was only an initial checkup, and if she could get in and out, she could be home within twenty-four minutes, giving her exactly forty-seven minutes of free time to read the new Greenbird novel.
The yard sat atop a plateau next to a large lake. It was a sprawling grid of raised boardwalks of varying heights for different sizes of air vessels. It was largely empty; there was a large airship docked next to the entrance, lived in by the dock steward. Azri made her way along the grid to the outer edge, to a peninsula of clear ground in the sea of evergreen trees consuming the northern part of the lake and plateau.
Other than the craft Azri's destination was the lone craft in that quadrant of the docking yard. It was a silver Andyne skiff, about fifteen meters long with rounded doors and windows and a smaller second floor on the top with large, rounded windows. It was a nice craft overall, and its occupant exited it as she approached: her patient. Azri's patient was a woman with tanned freckled skin and waist-length green hair, wearing a long blue nightshirt. Azri waved and padded a little faster on the damp boards of the walkway as her patient took a little set of stairs in her little site, her head bobbing just above the walkway as she crossed the damp ground. She hunched over as Azri made her way down the small set of stairs.
The woman in front of Azri splayed her knees and lifted her dress over a slightly dry tomato plant. She wasn't wearing anything underneath her dress, and her legs had a defined tan line halfway up her thigh. Her forelegs had a thin layer of green hair. Green was normally a haman hair color, but the woman's small rounded ears indicated that she was human. Azri was about to say something, but her patient spoke first.
"Good morning, how are you today?" the woman yawned, and Azri jumped back. The woman grunted, wiggling her hips, and sprayed a clear jet of urine into the planter. "Did you know that the lady who owns the docks gets interdimensional cable? I think I could probably install that next to the evaporator module."
Azri opened her mouth to speak but stopped: it didn't sound like a good idea to have a piece of electronic equipment right next to a machine meant to collect water, but she didn't really have any significant mechanical expertise-
The woman stuck out her hips, using her fingers to aim the stream around the planter. She had a strong, steady flow; she kept it up for just over a minute, and Azri watched quietly, impressed.
"Phew," sighed the woman, letting herself drip over the plants' leaves. "Aaah, that's so much better! I held that all night, just for you."
Azri blushed a little. "That's flattering, but you shouldn't have, that isn't healthy to do all the time."
The woman froze and slowly looked over her shoulder. Though she was unusually strong even for an Amphibious person, Azri wasn't a very imposing figure: she was a head shorter than her patient, with faded blue-green skin, jaw-length dark green hair, and sleepy silvery eyes that glinted like coins. She wore open-toed sandals, jean shorts, and a t-shirt that read "I pooped today" under a long dark-colored cardigan.
"Cassiopeia Williams?" asked Azri casually.
The woman paled, so shocked that she forgot to drop her nightshirt when she stood up. Her eyes were brilliant blood red in the irises, and Azri briefly wondered why that was. "Y-yes...?"
"I'm Azri, your new physician," said Azri. Cassiopeia stared at her like she was from another planet. "Did you actually hold all that pee for me or...?"
Cassiopeia turned red and mumbled, "I was uhm...talking to the...tomatoes. I pee on them twice a week."
"Ohhhh," said Azri. "That makes a little more sense...also you are very well-hydrated. Good job."
They stood, staring at each other until a peal of thunder sounded in the distance.
Cassiopeia dropped her nightshirt, covering herself. "Would you like a cup of tea?"
Azri snorted, "Tea? Sure."
Cassiopeia washed her hands first thing before filling the kettle at the sink. "I'm really sorry you had to see that, Dr. Azri."
"See what?" said Azri, sitting down on the long couch next to the door.
Cassiopeia squirmed while she brought down the tea bags from the cupboard over the sink. "You know, when I-...how long were you standing there?"
"The whole time," said Azri. "About a minute, maybe more. Phew, you must feel better after that."
Cassiopeia awkwardly continued making tea, and sat down next to Azri while she waited for the kettle to boil. The rest of their visit was awkward and short, and Cassiopeia seemed glad to see Azri leave when the time came.
Two weeks went by before Cassiopeia showed up on Azri's planner again. This time, the morning was bright and blinding, and when Azri entered the docking yard it was clean and swept.
Azri caught a glimpse of Cassiopeia's green hair halfway across the docking yard and followed her, stepping quickly. Cassiopeia hopped off the walkway near the mouth of a small trail in the trees. Assuming that it might be a shortcut to Cassiopeia's craft, Azri followed.
Cassiopeia stopped in a small clearing in the trees. Her back was to Azri, and she seemed nervous all of a sudden. She doubled over, sticking out her rear, and started dripping between her legs. Azri stopped walking when Cassiopeia yanked down the leggings she wore and unleashed a long desperate torrent, splashing several meters behind her. Azri was wearing shorts, and felt some of the spray on her ankles.
