“Those lights— what are they?” Grefa asked.
“Lampflowers of course, didn’t your briefing cover them?”
“No, it didn’t...”
He went to one of the orbs and inspected it. It was in fact the bulb in the toroid of a massive flower. Except for the one suspended above the clearing, each grew naturally on the perimeter of the village.
He turned and saw the Admiral sitting with the others. He held an odd instrument and plucked at it experimentally.
“Is that an autolute?” Grefa asked, returning to the Admiral's side.