yill

Several dozen Yill lounged in deep couches, sipping lavender drinks from slender glass tubes.

The gray-skinned Yill guide who had met the arriving embassy at the foot of the ramp hurried away.

The Yill gestured the Terran party to the gaping door at the rear, then stood back, waiting.

Half a dozen tall, short-necked Yill were entering through a side door.

The nearby Yill fell silent as he began ladling a whitish soup into the largest of the bowls before the Terrestrial envoy.