“Great. So that is a real concern?”
No. You are compatible or I would not have invited you. We will be together for eons; you will see this world bloom and flourish once again.
She scowled. “I am not impressed right now.”
I am aware, Zanthan is aware and even Sivengea is aware. You are bristling with energy and the furniture is hovering. The voice sounded so pleased that she was screwing with gravity.
She looked around and had to admit it was kind of cool. “Can I fly?”
Of course. Walk to the window and push down with your mind, your instincts should do the rest.
Quietly, she turned and headed to the window, Zanthan was at her side. Of course, he could fly. It wasn’t a big deal for him.
She stepped onto the window ledge and the screen deactivated. The evening breeze hit her and the ground looked very hard from this distance. She concentrated and her feet left the ledge, with one giant surge of confidence, she toppled out of her bedroom and headed for the pavement below.
When she was fifteen feet from the ground, her mind pushed hard and she shot up, nearly knocking Zanthan out of the sky and making Sivengea shriek as she flailed to get out of the way.
She aimed for the mountains, and her body wove between the peaks while her mind shrieked with glee. Her mouth was busy trying to breathe even though an amused Tharos was telling her it wasn’t necessary.
When she finished her high-speed excursion, she returned to the base, but she wasn’t sure which window she had left open. She smacked against three of them before the fourth let her tumble through to land like a flattened squid on the floor.
Zanthan came in and laughed at her. “Well done.”
“Landing is hard.”
He extended his hand with a grin. “Yes, it is. Come on, you deserve dinner.”
She let him help her up, and they walked across the bridge to the common room and down to the kitchen.
He dialled up a meal for her and presented it with a flourish.
Iridia sat down to eat and watched Zanthan move around as he prepared his own meal. When he sat next to her, she sighed.
“So, apparently, I am not going to be displaying my talent for flight to all and sundry. It is only for emergencies.”
“That is sensible. We are to be hidden Avatars, and I am fine with that. We can and will monitor what Tharos requires, and aside from that, do our duty to the Guardians and enjoy our lives.”
“Tharos is warning me that eons are a possibility.”
He grinned. “I am aware. It is a good thing that we have an entire world to work with or our fights may become disruptive.”
She arched her brow. “Do you plan on fighting?”
He held up his hands. “I plan on nothing of the sort, but we will be living and working together, fights are bound to occur. I am merely planning for all contingencies.”
Iridia took his hand and squeezed it. “Stop planning or it may happen sooner than you imagine.”
He grinned and kissed her quickly as Orwip and Crokix joined them.
She greeted them. “Good evening, gentlemen. We were just having an evening meal.”
The two looked from one to the other and nodded as if they had suspected as much.
Orwip smiled, “We would be honoured to join you.”
They all sat together and discussed the species that they had met that afternoon. They talked until Grethan rose in the sky and they were hoarse. Methods for dealing with the variety of cultures were discussed and a plan was created for each individual city.
When they were called, they would be able to answer in an organized manner.
Zanthan finally told them. “When you get a call, your colour will flash and a chime will sound. We all have a different pitch, so learn to hear it. The combination can reach you anywhere within the base city. If Tharos needs you, you will know.”
Crokix asked, “How do they know which one of us they need?”
“They don’t. Tharos will read the need through the orb, and we will answer blindly. It isn’t the most calming of
No. You are compatible or I would not have invited you. We will be together for eons; you will see this world bloom and flourish once again.
She scowled. “I am not impressed right now.”
I am aware, Zanthan is aware and even Sivengea is aware. You are bristling with energy and the furniture is hovering. The voice sounded so pleased that she was screwing with gravity.
She looked around and had to admit it was kind of cool. “Can I fly?”
Of course. Walk to the window and push down with your mind, your instincts should do the rest.
Quietly, she turned and headed to the window, Zanthan was at her side. Of course, he could fly. It wasn’t a big deal for him.
She stepped onto the window ledge and the screen deactivated. The evening breeze hit her and the ground looked very hard from this distance. She concentrated and her feet left the ledge, with one giant surge of confidence, she toppled out of her bedroom and headed for the pavement below.
When she was fifteen feet from the ground, her mind pushed hard and she shot up, nearly knocking Zanthan out of the sky and making Sivengea shriek as she flailed to get out of the way.
She aimed for the mountains, and her body wove between the peaks while her mind shrieked with glee. Her mouth was busy trying to breathe even though an amused Tharos was telling her it wasn’t necessary.
When she finished her high-speed excursion, she returned to the base, but she wasn’t sure which window she had left open. She smacked against three of them before the fourth let her tumble through to land like a flattened squid on the floor.
Zanthan came in and laughed at her. “Well done.”
“Landing is hard.”
He extended his hand with a grin. “Yes, it is. Come on, you deserve dinner.”
She let him help her up, and they walked across the bridge to the common room and down to the kitchen.
He dialled up a meal for her and presented it with a flourish.
Iridia sat down to eat and watched Zanthan move around as he prepared his own meal. When he sat next to her, she sighed.
“So, apparently, I am not going to be displaying my talent for flight to all and sundry. It is only for emergencies.”
“That is sensible. We are to be hidden Avatars, and I am fine with that. We can and will monitor what Tharos requires, and aside from that, do our duty to the Guardians and enjoy our lives.”
“Tharos is warning me that eons are a possibility.”
He grinned. “I am aware. It is a good thing that we have an entire world to work with or our fights may become disruptive.”
She arched her brow. “Do you plan on fighting?”
He held up his hands. “I plan on nothing of the sort, but we will be living and working together, fights are bound to occur. I am merely planning for all contingencies.”
Iridia took his hand and squeezed it. “Stop planning or it may happen sooner than you imagine.”
He grinned and kissed her quickly as Orwip and Crokix joined them.
She greeted them. “Good evening, gentlemen. We were just having an evening meal.”
The two looked from one to the other and nodded as if they had suspected as much.
Orwip smiled, “We would be honoured to join you.”
They all sat together and discussed the species that they had met that afternoon. They talked until Grethan rose in the sky and they were hoarse. Methods for dealing with the variety of cultures were discussed and a plan was created for each individual city.
When they were called, they would be able to answer in an organized manner.
Zanthan finally told them. “When you get a call, your colour will flash and a chime will sound. We all have a different pitch, so learn to hear it. The combination can reach you anywhere within the base city. If Tharos needs you, you will know.”
Crokix asked, “How do they know which one of us they need?”
“They don’t. Tharos will read the need through the orb, and we will answer blindly. It isn’t the most calming of
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