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fragrant with the smell of sweet berries that had been placed in a large bowl at the center of the room.
"Nadira. I'm pleased to see you again. And this is Jonathan? I'm honored to be finally meeting you." Dakar entered the room. Holding out his hands, palms up, he greeted Jonathan, then came over to press his cheek against Nadira's.
"I'm also honored to meet you." Jonathan reached out his hand for a more traditional company-type greeting.
Dakar grasped his hand, a smile on his face. "I have tea ready. Mikal, would you bring it out?"
"Well," Dakar said, as he sat down. "Do you like the flowers? They bloomed just last evening and I could not resist bringing some in."
Nadira sat down on the couch across from him, and Jon sat beside her. "They're beautiful, just like your garden."
"Do you have someone tending it?" Jon asked.
"Usually I do it myself. I've had a lot of practice." Dakar's eyes twinkled. "Before I was a Guardian, I lived up in the North. The weather could be harsh, but in the warm season there are a lot of gardens there."
"I noticed that when I was by the shore," Jonathan said. "But there aren't a lot of flowers back in the city on Astarte."
"Ah, I see. But even in a mining port, one needs beauty. Here's the tea."
Mikal set the cups and teapot down on the table in the middle of the room, setting out the delicate pieces with care.
Nadira watched Jonathan for any reaction that would reveal his feelings about sitting down to tea with the Elder. This wasn't his usual pastime. Jonathan was more at home in the entertainment clubs or the expensive restaurants that the company executives usually frequented.
"Ah, that's delicious," Dakar sipped his tea, and then set the cup down on the table next to him. "So, Nadira, let me tell you what I found in my garden this morning."
*****
About an hour later, Nadira was out back with Mikal, and Jon athan was left in the room with Dakar. It was obvious why the older man had sent her off to look at some berry bush or whatever. He'd wanted to talk to Jonathan without her being there to hear them.
By now Jon had consumed more tea than he ever wanted to drink again, and though the couch was plush and extremely co mfortable, he was tired of sitting. It didn't make sense that they'd come here just to talk about flowers and the weather and other things that were, well, boring. He'd tolerated it because obviously Dakar was someone very important, and he'd wanted to check Jon out. But still, he couldn't understand why they'd spent so much time talking about so little.
"Jonathan, you've been on Hathor for three months? Or is it four? Do you like it here?" Dakar asked.
"I've been here for four months. It's different, but I like it."
"You've been living with Nadira during that time."
"Yes." Jonathan wasn't sure how to read Dakar. He'd had a half-smile on his face throughout their entire time there.
"Jonathan, I'll speak honestly. Guardians are discouraged from having close relations with people who are not part of our world. We must be careful of how we use our energy, and what we allow to influence us."
"I'm not influencing Nadira one way or the other, sir. But if one day Nadira wants to go into a contracted relationship with me, I don't see why it would be a problem." Jon kept his voice steady.
"A contract would not be a problem for the Guardians, Jonathan. But your psychic connection will be a problem for you. By engaging with you, she is exposing her emotions and thoughts to you. In time, you might find it difficult to maintain the emotional onslaught that comes with it."
"So, you're saying ordinary humans can't be with Guardians because we can't handle the emotions? What about your families? How did they deal with it?" Jon took a deep breath and held back his annoyance.
It wouldn't work to let Dakar see that he was getting to him. The Elder would keep pushing buttons to see which one was going to set him off.
"When we develop abilities we are taken into
"Nadira. I'm pleased to see you again. And this is Jonathan? I'm honored to be finally meeting you." Dakar entered the room. Holding out his hands, palms up, he greeted Jonathan, then came over to press his cheek against Nadira's.
"I'm also honored to meet you." Jonathan reached out his hand for a more traditional company-type greeting.
Dakar grasped his hand, a smile on his face. "I have tea ready. Mikal, would you bring it out?"
"Well," Dakar said, as he sat down. "Do you like the flowers? They bloomed just last evening and I could not resist bringing some in."
Nadira sat down on the couch across from him, and Jon sat beside her. "They're beautiful, just like your garden."
"Do you have someone tending it?" Jon asked.
"Usually I do it myself. I've had a lot of practice." Dakar's eyes twinkled. "Before I was a Guardian, I lived up in the North. The weather could be harsh, but in the warm season there are a lot of gardens there."
"I noticed that when I was by the shore," Jonathan said. "But there aren't a lot of flowers back in the city on Astarte."
"Ah, I see. But even in a mining port, one needs beauty. Here's the tea."
Mikal set the cups and teapot down on the table in the middle of the room, setting out the delicate pieces with care.
Nadira watched Jonathan for any reaction that would reveal his feelings about sitting down to tea with the Elder. This wasn't his usual pastime. Jonathan was more at home in the entertainment clubs or the expensive restaurants that the company executives usually frequented.
"Ah, that's delicious," Dakar sipped his tea, and then set the cup down on the table next to him. "So, Nadira, let me tell you what I found in my garden this morning."
*****
About an hour later, Nadira was out back with Mikal, and Jon athan was left in the room with Dakar. It was obvious why the older man had sent her off to look at some berry bush or whatever. He'd wanted to talk to Jonathan without her being there to hear them.
By now Jon had consumed more tea than he ever wanted to drink again, and though the couch was plush and extremely co mfortable, he was tired of sitting. It didn't make sense that they'd come here just to talk about flowers and the weather and other things that were, well, boring. He'd tolerated it because obviously Dakar was someone very important, and he'd wanted to check Jon out. But still, he couldn't understand why they'd spent so much time talking about so little.
"Jonathan, you've been on Hathor for three months? Or is it four? Do you like it here?" Dakar asked.
"I've been here for four months. It's different, but I like it."
"You've been living with Nadira during that time."
"Yes." Jonathan wasn't sure how to read Dakar. He'd had a half-smile on his face throughout their entire time there.
"Jonathan, I'll speak honestly. Guardians are discouraged from having close relations with people who are not part of our world. We must be careful of how we use our energy, and what we allow to influence us."
"I'm not influencing Nadira one way or the other, sir. But if one day Nadira wants to go into a contracted relationship with me, I don't see why it would be a problem." Jon kept his voice steady.
"A contract would not be a problem for the Guardians, Jonathan. But your psychic connection will be a problem for you. By engaging with you, she is exposing her emotions and thoughts to you. In time, you might find it difficult to maintain the emotional onslaught that comes with it."
"So, you're saying ordinary humans can't be with Guardians because we can't handle the emotions? What about your families? How did they deal with it?" Jon took a deep breath and held back his annoyance.
It wouldn't work to let Dakar see that he was getting to him. The Elder would keep pushing buttons to see which one was going to set him off.
"When we develop abilities we are taken into
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