help with. “It is not for everyone, but you could meet new people, and it would not be too arduous. Ask, Aura. I used to keep him in a box.”
Aura finished sealing his suit. “She did. Still does on occasion. You are unaware of time passing; it really is a very good way of meeting new people while travelling the universe.”
You can hear me? The ghost was a little surprised.
Aura wrinkled his nose. “I can, but like many males, it is easier for you to deal with a female who is speaking reason. If I had spoken to you, it might have escalated into something different.”
Fair point. There is a seal in the museum that I would like to be placed in. Do you think they will agree?
Speaker smiled. “For the assistance you have just rendered, they will agree. Is that your choice?”
What can I lose? Thank you, Speaker. I get the feeling that this is not an option you were supposed to offer.
She shrugged. “They can sue me. I am bound to the truth when it comes to dealing with auras. You are not evil; you were just confused. Meet us at the museum?”
He disappeared without another word.
Aura put his arm around her waist, and she carried her mini-skimmer with her other hand.
“You really are a soft one, Speaker.”
“Well, my partner died today, jackass. I am now feeling generous. It is one of the stages of grieving or perhaps not.” She laughed as he squeezed her tight. She had shown him a picture of a jackass, and he was not fond of being called by that moniker.
“I am fine.”
“You blew yourself up without warning me.”
“There was a time constraint.”
“You blew yourself up.”
He sighed and squeezed her again. “You are going to keep throwing that in my face.”
“Of course. And the next time you do it, I will probably be even more irritated.”
She looked up at him, and he was grinning. Avina knew that he was delighted that she was coming to grips with that portion of his talent.
They walked on toward the museum, and she started laughing.
“What?”
“We are going to need a lot more uniforms.”
He started chuckling, and by the time she had negotiated the seal that her ghost wanted, he had sobered. With Lealthic tucked into the object and in Aura’s hand, they left for home.
She had a reconstituted partner and a ghost in a royal seal. It had been a very eventful day.
She settled into the pilot seat and brought up the roster. “We have an entire tribe of poltergeist auras on Yalthuon 4.”
Utolian snapped on the harness and looked at her expectantly. “What are we waiting for?”
Avina reached into her thigh pack and tossed him an object. “Ready for takeoff. Hang onto your ball.”
He gave her a black look, and she dissolved into giggles as they pulled away from the surface. It was time for the next assignment and the next chance to bring peace to the universe, one aura at a time.
Author’s Note
I was ordered to do a Halloween story, but a talent who wrangles space ghosts is as close as I get.
With Halo, we dipped our toe back into the Citadel and Sector Guard. I hope you enjoyed the visit to Teklan.
Thanks for reading,
Viola Grace
http://www.violagrace.com
[email protected]
About the Author
Viola Grace was born in Manitoba, Canada where she still resides today. She really likes it there. She has no pets and can barely keep sea monkeys alive for a reasonable amount of time. Her line of day job tends to be analytical which leaves her mind hopping to weave stories. No co-worker is safe from her character analysis. In keeping with busy hands are happy hands, her hobbies have included cross-stitch, needlepoint, quilting, costuming, cake decorating, baking, cooking, metal work, beading, sculpting, painting, doll making, henna tattoos, chain mail, and a few others that have been forgotten. It is quite often that these hobbies make their way into her tales.
Viola’s fetishes include boots and corsetry, and her greatest weakness
Aura finished sealing his suit. “She did. Still does on occasion. You are unaware of time passing; it really is a very good way of meeting new people while travelling the universe.”
You can hear me? The ghost was a little surprised.
Aura wrinkled his nose. “I can, but like many males, it is easier for you to deal with a female who is speaking reason. If I had spoken to you, it might have escalated into something different.”
Fair point. There is a seal in the museum that I would like to be placed in. Do you think they will agree?
Speaker smiled. “For the assistance you have just rendered, they will agree. Is that your choice?”
What can I lose? Thank you, Speaker. I get the feeling that this is not an option you were supposed to offer.
She shrugged. “They can sue me. I am bound to the truth when it comes to dealing with auras. You are not evil; you were just confused. Meet us at the museum?”
He disappeared without another word.
Aura put his arm around her waist, and she carried her mini-skimmer with her other hand.
“You really are a soft one, Speaker.”
“Well, my partner died today, jackass. I am now feeling generous. It is one of the stages of grieving or perhaps not.” She laughed as he squeezed her tight. She had shown him a picture of a jackass, and he was not fond of being called by that moniker.
“I am fine.”
“You blew yourself up without warning me.”
“There was a time constraint.”
“You blew yourself up.”
He sighed and squeezed her again. “You are going to keep throwing that in my face.”
“Of course. And the next time you do it, I will probably be even more irritated.”
She looked up at him, and he was grinning. Avina knew that he was delighted that she was coming to grips with that portion of his talent.
They walked on toward the museum, and she started laughing.
“What?”
“We are going to need a lot more uniforms.”
He started chuckling, and by the time she had negotiated the seal that her ghost wanted, he had sobered. With Lealthic tucked into the object and in Aura’s hand, they left for home.
She had a reconstituted partner and a ghost in a royal seal. It had been a very eventful day.
She settled into the pilot seat and brought up the roster. “We have an entire tribe of poltergeist auras on Yalthuon 4.”
Utolian snapped on the harness and looked at her expectantly. “What are we waiting for?”
Avina reached into her thigh pack and tossed him an object. “Ready for takeoff. Hang onto your ball.”
He gave her a black look, and she dissolved into giggles as they pulled away from the surface. It was time for the next assignment and the next chance to bring peace to the universe, one aura at a time.
Author’s Note
I was ordered to do a Halloween story, but a talent who wrangles space ghosts is as close as I get.
With Halo, we dipped our toe back into the Citadel and Sector Guard. I hope you enjoyed the visit to Teklan.
Thanks for reading,
Viola Grace
http://www.violagrace.com
[email protected]
About the Author
Viola Grace was born in Manitoba, Canada where she still resides today. She really likes it there. She has no pets and can barely keep sea monkeys alive for a reasonable amount of time. Her line of day job tends to be analytical which leaves her mind hopping to weave stories. No co-worker is safe from her character analysis. In keeping with busy hands are happy hands, her hobbies have included cross-stitch, needlepoint, quilting, costuming, cake decorating, baking, cooking, metal work, beading, sculpting, painting, doll making, henna tattoos, chain mail, and a few others that have been forgotten. It is quite often that these hobbies make their way into her tales.
Viola’s fetishes include boots and corsetry, and her greatest weakness
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