From Ye Olde Dragon Books
M'kar
had the choice of waiting until Thyal contacted her, once the ship came through
the Chute and their psionic link resumed, or contacting him to discuss the
discoveries on Draxonis. She needed to question Granny and the older dracs on
Anwesta about Forbidden Island, and any shared memories about the people who
had once lived there. The chance of eliciting a furious firestorm from Granny
was good enough reason to present the questions and images to Thyal and have
him act as go-between. Get the initial uproar out of the way before the Defender
reached Anwesta.
Sometimes,
she was grateful for this link between their minds that seemed to defy all
distances, even jump gates. Everything but Chutes. Let Thyal deal with Granny.
He was certainly better equipped to handle stubborn, domineering creatures of
all races, as a Le'ankan Master with all the attendant discipline training. And
a healthy dose of serenity. That had certainly helped him endure his
two-years-and-counting of recovering the use of his own body.
As soon
as her duties for post-Chute transition status checks finished, M'kar made her
way up to the observation dome for some enforced quiet and solitude, and exhaled
a long, cleansing breath in the chilly, dark silence. On her shoulder, Barroo
let out a soft trilling coo and nuzzled her cheek.
“Are
you mad at me for asking these questions?” She found the empty equipment
pedestal and settled down on the floor with her back against it.
Barroo crawled down the front of her jacket and settled on her lap, then looked up at her, big eyes blinking and glowing yellow and green. Curiosity and a little confusion. He tipped his head to the right, then to the left, let out a deep sigh, and curled up, those big eyes focused on her.
M’kar braced herself and called up some of the images she had gathered from the coastal dracs in their fury, and the images Celeste had drawn.
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