Published by Ye Olde
Dragon Books
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"So help me, Dulit,
if you don't start talking straight --" M'kar reached for her knife. Not her
everyday, utilitarian knife. This one was ceremonial, the blade was dull compared
to the sharpness required by ritual and her noble blood. Of course, Dulit and any
indiferps she might run into on the station wouldn't know the blade was safety-bonded
per station regulations. Even dressed in ready-for-trouble civilian garb, she needed
a knife, just to feel fully dressed. She would have to press hard and put some muscle
into any effort if she wanted to slice anyone open.
Again, Dulit didn't know
that.
Something
is coming, Thyal said.
M'kar ducked as a swirl
of cream and lavender hide and talons spun around her head, chattering at nearly
sonic levels.
"Poki!" Dulit
snatched the double handful of fury out of the air and clutched it to his chest.
"She thinks you were going to hurt me."
"I was considering
it." M'kar clutched her knife.
The little dragon Dulit
had shoved halfway inside his jacket glared at her. An image passed between their
minds. M'kar drew her knife. The cream-and-lavendar little menace bit her hand.
We're
friends, little cousin. Dulit and me. Friends argue. They tease, M'kar offered.
That's right. Dulit grinned crookedly and stroked from the wedge-shaped head, down the long, supple neck. Well, that proves something. Despite how intelligent it seems, it's entirely beastly, otherwise we couldn't talk through it. Come out and make friends, Poki.
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