crawled under the sheet with her. He cuddled her close and pressed a kiss to her temple.
“I was exhausted when I started here as well. You will get used to focussing your talent with time. Build up mental muscles and you will become even more formidable than you currently are.” He squeezed her.
She chuckled and relaxed, letting the passive draw of heat from his body to hers take its course.
Rox woke feeling bright and alive; she jumped out of bed and tried to get dressed. Her uniform was gone, as was her spare and as was her husband.
Her Terran clothing was in her wardrobe, and she felt well enough to wear jeans and a t-shirt before leaving the room.
The kitchen and dining room were empty, but she could see a group gathered on the tarmac. The head count of five came out all right, so she made herself two cups of caf and a bowl of cooked grain from the dispenser.
She carried everything to the dining table and ate her breakfast, though it seemed more like brunch based on the position of the sun in the sky.
The Guardians came back in carrying boxes and grinning.
Devnin set one box on the table. “You have a present from Guardian Base Yacaro.”
Rowen grunted and put another box down. “Presents. Plural.”
She finished her breakfast and brought her bowl and cups to the washer.
“It’s like Christmas.” She rubbed her hands together and reached for the first box.
Devnin stopped her. “There is a note.”
She blinked and took the piece of paper. Written in English was a letter.
Dear Roxelena,
When I started seeing you in my thoughts, I didn’t know what to make of you. I thought that the ice was frankly a metaphor for being frigid. When the images of you and Fire Fall began to appear in my paintings, I knew that there was more to it.
The Alliance has asked for our assistance in providing you with clothing containing thermal properties that would allow it to go from a thousand degrees to absolute zero if need be. It took some effort, but all the clothing enclosed in those boxes will allow you to use your talent without having any issues. If you need an alteration, let me know and I will send the tailor to you. He needs to get out more and his wife would enjoy seeing another Terran.
Enjoy the clothing and the collapsible version of your trident as well as a few accessories that are included. They just couldn’t stop themselves once they started.
Love and support,
Rhoda of Yacaro, another Terran of the Imperium
Rox started to open the boxes with help from the eager Guardians, and soon, she had gowns that rivalled the one Rowen had worn the previous evening, shawls, day dresses, trousers and boots. When she grabbed the clothing and made a run to her room, she came back in a day dress that breathed like she wasn’t wearing anything at all.
Devnin blinked at her and went to his knees. “Roxelena will you wear the mark of the Niil family?”
She smiled. “It is the dress, right? Guys love it when you cover up and then show a little ankle.”
He kissed her palms. “I would have you with or without the dress, and I hope I will.”
“Yes, I will wear your family mark, but shouldn’t I meet your family first?”
“I don’t want you to run from me after you meet them.”
She knelt and kissed him. “Aw, honey. Where would I go?”
The gathered Guardians and Rowen applauded.
Devnin exhaled fire and she turned it into body heat. When they had some privacy, she was going to test the bounds of what the clothing could and couldn’t stand. Whoever Rhoda was, there was some lingerie included in the mix.
Rox leaned back and smiled. “Now, she said something about some toys being included for me. I am sorry Devnin, but I have to know.”
She spent the better part of the afternoon enjoying the armament box. Every experimental weapon came with instructions, and the Guardians wisely stood back when she activated the trident for the first time.
It shot out and was the same seven feet
“I was exhausted when I started here as well. You will get used to focussing your talent with time. Build up mental muscles and you will become even more formidable than you currently are.” He squeezed her.
She chuckled and relaxed, letting the passive draw of heat from his body to hers take its course.
Rox woke feeling bright and alive; she jumped out of bed and tried to get dressed. Her uniform was gone, as was her spare and as was her husband.
Her Terran clothing was in her wardrobe, and she felt well enough to wear jeans and a t-shirt before leaving the room.
The kitchen and dining room were empty, but she could see a group gathered on the tarmac. The head count of five came out all right, so she made herself two cups of caf and a bowl of cooked grain from the dispenser.
She carried everything to the dining table and ate her breakfast, though it seemed more like brunch based on the position of the sun in the sky.
The Guardians came back in carrying boxes and grinning.
Devnin set one box on the table. “You have a present from Guardian Base Yacaro.”
Rowen grunted and put another box down. “Presents. Plural.”
She finished her breakfast and brought her bowl and cups to the washer.
“It’s like Christmas.” She rubbed her hands together and reached for the first box.
Devnin stopped her. “There is a note.”
She blinked and took the piece of paper. Written in English was a letter.
Dear Roxelena,
When I started seeing you in my thoughts, I didn’t know what to make of you. I thought that the ice was frankly a metaphor for being frigid. When the images of you and Fire Fall began to appear in my paintings, I knew that there was more to it.
The Alliance has asked for our assistance in providing you with clothing containing thermal properties that would allow it to go from a thousand degrees to absolute zero if need be. It took some effort, but all the clothing enclosed in those boxes will allow you to use your talent without having any issues. If you need an alteration, let me know and I will send the tailor to you. He needs to get out more and his wife would enjoy seeing another Terran.
Enjoy the clothing and the collapsible version of your trident as well as a few accessories that are included. They just couldn’t stop themselves once they started.
Love and support,
Rhoda of Yacaro, another Terran of the Imperium
Rox started to open the boxes with help from the eager Guardians, and soon, she had gowns that rivalled the one Rowen had worn the previous evening, shawls, day dresses, trousers and boots. When she grabbed the clothing and made a run to her room, she came back in a day dress that breathed like she wasn’t wearing anything at all.
Devnin blinked at her and went to his knees. “Roxelena will you wear the mark of the Niil family?”
She smiled. “It is the dress, right? Guys love it when you cover up and then show a little ankle.”
He kissed her palms. “I would have you with or without the dress, and I hope I will.”
“Yes, I will wear your family mark, but shouldn’t I meet your family first?”
“I don’t want you to run from me after you meet them.”
She knelt and kissed him. “Aw, honey. Where would I go?”
The gathered Guardians and Rowen applauded.
Devnin exhaled fire and she turned it into body heat. When they had some privacy, she was going to test the bounds of what the clothing could and couldn’t stand. Whoever Rhoda was, there was some lingerie included in the mix.
Rox leaned back and smiled. “Now, she said something about some toys being included for me. I am sorry Devnin, but I have to know.”
She spent the better part of the afternoon enjoying the armament box. Every experimental weapon came with instructions, and the Guardians wisely stood back when she activated the trident for the first time.
It shot out and was the same seven feet
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