missing this memory. When he is of age,
I will remove it. We will need to be more careful in the
future.”
“We need to teach you to put up a shield.”
Bron put his forehead to Syn’s and sent a picture to her mind. She
reacted immediately.
“That is like a wall. I vary the material and
the frequency depending on to whom I wish to speak and how loud I
want to be heard,” Syn said, pleased with herself.
Bron stood in Syn’s path so the pacing
stopped. He put his arms around her. “Cynthia, please…we really do
need to talk. The bomb upstairs was meant for the three of us. If
you become our fem, you will always be in danger.”
Syn’s face fell. “No…no…don’t ever think
that. We don’t care what happened to you in the past. We have the
records the government compiled on each fem. I went over them
carefully. I didn’t want to receive Earth’s prison population. I
refused violent fems, abusive fems, infertile fems, and fems with
certain genetic disorders. We can fix most physical problems
although we are not as familiar with trauma wounds as your planet.
However, this planet is dying. We need to repopulate, soon. So fems
who carried genes that could be passed to offspring that we could
not fix, were eliminated from the pool.”
“It isn’t me I’m thinking of when I think of
my past. It’s you and Bron, Naffie. Madeline Dixon-Howard knows
some of the details of my life…unfortunately not enough. Her father
and mine practically raped me. Then they covered it up by lying
about me to the community. Maddy has told anyone who will listen
that I’m a slut. You have social position on this planet. You have
enemies who could attempt to use this information against you. I
can’t give my heart and then find myself broken and alone again.”
Syn’s eyes began to tear.
Her Warriors took her into their arms, one on
each side.
“There is no doubt that you are ours. After
the moontine meal we will begin the bonding. Our witnesses will be
the Concierge who will relay it to our dinner companions. Today we
must prepare the meal.”
Syn glanced at her watch. Although they
called time differently, Sarran had same twenty-four hour rising
(day) as Earth, although their year at three-hundred and sixty
risings was five days shorter. The ship docked early, at six tines.
It was only nine tines now. With the meal scheduled for nineteen
tines, she had plenty of time to prepare something acceptable.
* * * *
Chapter 4
“The way to a man’s heart is through his
stomach.”
—Proverb
Stoker directed Syn to an
even larger suite down the hall to get some clothing. Syn had to
depend on the fabricator for clothes as hers smelled of smoke and
ash. She threw on jean shorts and a white blouse, ready to get to
work. Syn noticed the beauty and luxury of the sprawling home.
However, there was no time to explore her surroundings. Coffee,
I need coffee. If I’m preparing dinner for eight, I can’t do it
without coffee!
Syn finally found the kitchen after a few
wrong turns. It was large and very hi-tech, gleaming with what she
assumed was Sarran stainless steel with black, granite-like counter
tops. The black counters contained large sections of green crystal
inlaid into the rock. Naffie was sitting on a tall stool drinking
juice.
“Agh! They brought the coffee maker but I
don’t see how to connect it to an electric current.”
“Ask Zadda, Mommie. He can fix anything.”
“Aren’t you supposed to be napping?”
“I’m not sleepy anymore. Can I watch you?
Zadda really can help you with your stuff.”
“I’m sure Zadda doesn’t want to be bothered
for something so trivial.”
“You don’t understand, Mommie. Nothing a fem
needs is too small to her Warriors. You come first, before anything
else.”
“Did I hear someone say my name,” Bron asked
as he entered the kitchen area.
“I need to know how to operate the
appliances.” Syn flushed in embarrassment.
Bron walked over to his new mate, “Anything
you
I will remove it. We will need to be more careful in the
future.”
“We need to teach you to put up a shield.”
Bron put his forehead to Syn’s and sent a picture to her mind. She
reacted immediately.
“That is like a wall. I vary the material and
the frequency depending on to whom I wish to speak and how loud I
want to be heard,” Syn said, pleased with herself.
Bron stood in Syn’s path so the pacing
stopped. He put his arms around her. “Cynthia, please…we really do
need to talk. The bomb upstairs was meant for the three of us. If
you become our fem, you will always be in danger.”
Syn’s face fell. “No…no…don’t ever think
that. We don’t care what happened to you in the past. We have the
records the government compiled on each fem. I went over them
carefully. I didn’t want to receive Earth’s prison population. I
refused violent fems, abusive fems, infertile fems, and fems with
certain genetic disorders. We can fix most physical problems
although we are not as familiar with trauma wounds as your planet.
However, this planet is dying. We need to repopulate, soon. So fems
who carried genes that could be passed to offspring that we could
not fix, were eliminated from the pool.”
“It isn’t me I’m thinking of when I think of
my past. It’s you and Bron, Naffie. Madeline Dixon-Howard knows
some of the details of my life…unfortunately not enough. Her father
and mine practically raped me. Then they covered it up by lying
about me to the community. Maddy has told anyone who will listen
that I’m a slut. You have social position on this planet. You have
enemies who could attempt to use this information against you. I
can’t give my heart and then find myself broken and alone again.”
Syn’s eyes began to tear.
Her Warriors took her into their arms, one on
each side.
“There is no doubt that you are ours. After
the moontine meal we will begin the bonding. Our witnesses will be
the Concierge who will relay it to our dinner companions. Today we
must prepare the meal.”
Syn glanced at her watch. Although they
called time differently, Sarran had same twenty-four hour rising
(day) as Earth, although their year at three-hundred and sixty
risings was five days shorter. The ship docked early, at six tines.
It was only nine tines now. With the meal scheduled for nineteen
tines, she had plenty of time to prepare something acceptable.
* * * *
Chapter 4
“The way to a man’s heart is through his
stomach.”
—Proverb
Stoker directed Syn to an
even larger suite down the hall to get some clothing. Syn had to
depend on the fabricator for clothes as hers smelled of smoke and
ash. She threw on jean shorts and a white blouse, ready to get to
work. Syn noticed the beauty and luxury of the sprawling home.
However, there was no time to explore her surroundings. Coffee,
I need coffee. If I’m preparing dinner for eight, I can’t do it
without coffee!
Syn finally found the kitchen after a few
wrong turns. It was large and very hi-tech, gleaming with what she
assumed was Sarran stainless steel with black, granite-like counter
tops. The black counters contained large sections of green crystal
inlaid into the rock. Naffie was sitting on a tall stool drinking
juice.
“Agh! They brought the coffee maker but I
don’t see how to connect it to an electric current.”
“Ask Zadda, Mommie. He can fix anything.”
“Aren’t you supposed to be napping?”
“I’m not sleepy anymore. Can I watch you?
Zadda really can help you with your stuff.”
“I’m sure Zadda doesn’t want to be bothered
for something so trivial.”
“You don’t understand, Mommie. Nothing a fem
needs is too small to her Warriors. You come first, before anything
else.”
“Did I hear someone say my name,” Bron asked
as he entered the kitchen area.
“I need to know how to operate the
appliances.” Syn flushed in embarrassment.
Bron walked over to his new mate, “Anything
you
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