Barroo
shuddered and rose up to clutch at the front of her jacket with all four paws.
His eyes shifted to mostly yellow, with streaks of red. Fear. M’kar couldn’t
repress a partial smile. At least her brown baby wasn’t angry with her. If
anything … she thought he was afraid for her. She cuddled Barroo to
comfort him.
“Face
it, Junior, your mommy is a coward.”
Barroo let
out an indignant snort and reared back, bracing his forepaws high on her chest,
so he could look her in the eyes. M’kar tried to meet his unblinking gaze, but
as usual, he always won the stare-off. Laughing quietly, she scratched down his
back to the base of his tail, then from under his chin to the center of his
chest. Purring, he settled down, eyes half-lidded, and gave her that sleepy,
adoring look that melted her heart. She silently thanked Enlo that Barroo
couldn’t speak, because then she might never be able to say no to anything he
wanted to have or do.
Thyal …
we have a problem. Pull out all your diplomatic skills and experience handling
difficult students and their triply difficult parents.
Give me
a moment. His chuckle came through their
link, crossing multiple star systems and jump gates without a heartbeat of
delay. You’re leaking a little bit –
I do
not leak! Immediately, tension eased out
of her shoulders. Leave it to Thyal to know exactly what to say.
Then
how do you explain all the blurry images I’m getting before you even start
talking?
She had
a flash of an image of him sending his hoverchair out into the sprawl of formal
gardens behind his parents’ home on Le'anka.
Fine. I’m just frazzled enough to admit to leaking. This once.
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