“Ah, better already? Very interesting,” Maenta
said with a smile and a nod. “You can let go now. You don’t need me shielding
you.”
M’kar didn’t understand.
“Master Maenta has been shielding your mind,”
Thyal said. “You have a Talent and it woke up, and you weren’t able to turn it
off.”
“Because you didn’t know how you turned it on,”
Maenta added, nodding. “Yes, young Thyal, I understand now why your parents
insisted you be given advanced classes. You will be a great asset to the
Academy, when you have finished your training. As for you, little one …” She
sighed. “You’re confused, aren’t you?”
“I have a Talent?” M’kar couldn’t yank her
thoughts off what Thyal had said. “I’m not old enough.”
Thanks to the psionic heritage of Dr. Jeyn’s
family, and the genetic manipulation that had been done to the ruling families
of Nisandros centuries ago, there was no way to be sure if the emergence of
M’kar’s psionic Talent was too soon or right on time. Everyone agreed, as they
talked over dinner and into the evening, that the combination of so many
drastic changes in her life and environment, combined with the trauma of the
attack, had awakened her animal-focused Talent rapidly and with some violence.
Her course of studies would now have to include mental and physical disciplines
to help her harness this newly awakened ability and avoid the physical shock
and draining she had endured today.
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