M'kar tumbled out of the cart and landed in the
lavender and rose-streaked moss lining the side of the pathway, retching. Thyal
shouted something and suddenly he was there, kneeling over her, holding her as
she shuddered and fought to breathe. He was still holding her when Security
found them and used stunner wands to drive away the swarms of birds and small
ground-dwelling creatures that covered the shivering, weeping, ragged,
bleeding, smothered men. He didn’t let go of her until a small, pink-faced
woman with a crown of white braids wrapped around her head knelt and put her
arms around M’kar and patted her back.
M'kar didn’t know how she knew it, but the little woman made the angry, confused cries of all the creatures go away. Shuddering with relief at the quiet inside her head, she burst into tears.
By the time Security found her parents, and Thyal’s parents, and dealt with the two failed murderers, M’kar and Thyal had been taken to the closest healer station. The little woman introduced herself as Master Maenta. M’kar had calmed down enough to notice how everyone hurried to do obey her, and they didn’t ask questions. Maenta held M’kar’s hand the whole time, and that was even more comforting than Thyal holding her hand. She asked for a room where the three of them could be alone, and quiet, and asked for a drink that was all creamy pink and lavender and mint green swirls. M’kar didn’t think she could swallow anything, but she tried. All the shivering and throbbing and brief sharp stabs in her head quieted, and she felt the humming in Maenta’s hand holding hers.
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