need, Pa Syn, to make you comfortable is of major concern to
your Warriors.” He kissed the nape of her neck.
“Ugh! That’s gross!”
“Then, my offspring, I must assume we will be
grossing you out frequently. Now, what is the problem?”
“It’s the coffee maker, Bron.”
The huge Warrior put a finger on Syn’s lips
and a shiver of need snaked down to her center. “Then, my little
love, the coffee maker shall be fixed.”
“The coffee maker, grinder, and all of the
small appliances on Earth, connect to a power source using a cord
with prongs.” Syn dangled the power cord and sighed. She looked
around at the kitchen with all the strange looking devices. “I
don’t know what to use as a substitute appliance and cannot connect
mine.”
Bron smiled and the golden eyes lit up with
mirth. “Pa Syn, let me show you. Naffie, get Zadda’s toolbox.”
Syn’s eyes popped as the toolbox materialized
on the counter. Bron said, “These green crystal flats are the power
source. When I remove the cord, I will place a small power
converter on the underside of your appliance. When you place the
appliance on the crystal power source it will operate as intended.
I see there is a switch, our appliances don’t need one, but you can
turn it on and I’m sure it will work properly.”
“I’ll need the coffee maker, the grinder, the
mixer, and the food processor.”
Bron raised his hand. “Show me these objects
and it shall be done in a quarter tine. I will do the coffee maker
and grinder first as your mind is screaming in need,” Bron said,
sounding amused.
::Naffie, get your Mommie some Tierest juice
until her coffee can be made.::
Naffie opened a large drawer, and drew out a
pitcher of a light colored liquid, which he poured into a glass.
“Here Mommie, drink this.’’ ::It will make you feel better until
the coffee is ready.::
“Sit, Pa Chette. This will be a long day so
you must rest while you can. Zaron is arranging for some Sarran
clothing for you. Of course, you will be fitted for handmade
garments, but for now, we must make do with the fabricated
styles.”
“I own clothing.”
“Yes, but would you consent to please us by
wearing Sarran garb this moontine?”
“Yes, I suppose. But don’t think I’m a
pushover. On Earth women make their own choices.”
Bron looked away from the coffee maker. “On
Sarran, you have choice and unconditional love.”
Syn’s head filled with doubts. How I long for
what he promises. I’m so afraid this fairy tale will end very badly
for me. I’m in love with them already and I like them! I’m in
danger of losing my soul. I must shore up my walls and re-arm my
defenses. I can’t handle another rejection. Get busy, Syn, you
can’t be maudlin if you are busy.
Bron stepped up behind her. “Don’t doubt us,
love, you and everything you are is all we need.”
* * * *
The chefs arrived with a sincere desire to
learn how to please an Earthen fem with their expertise. The
Tierest juice turned out to be the sweetest, most refreshing drink
she ever tasted and gave Syn the energy necessary to pursue her
project.
She sat down with the chefs, Brok and Tack,
to plan the menu and make a schedule for preparation of the courses
for the evening.
She had a ham and a large frozen turkey she
had planned to use for a buffet at the shelter. If she made a sauce
for the ham using the sweet Tierest juice along with candied
cherries it would go well with the turkey stuffed with local bread,
nuts and apples. She prepared candied yams and steamed broccoli
which would be topped with hollandaise sauce. The chefs prepared
Sarran salads and sides. The basic roasting could be the
responsibility of the Sarran chef, while she would do the prep
work. He assured her that the Sarran oven would get the turkey done
on time.
Dessert would be entirely of Syn’s creation.
She and Naffie dug through the contents of her boxes and found her
cookbooks and all of the Earthen ingredients that she knew
your Warriors.” He kissed the nape of her neck.
“Ugh! That’s gross!”
“Then, my offspring, I must assume we will be
grossing you out frequently. Now, what is the problem?”
“It’s the coffee maker, Bron.”
The huge Warrior put a finger on Syn’s lips
and a shiver of need snaked down to her center. “Then, my little
love, the coffee maker shall be fixed.”
“The coffee maker, grinder, and all of the
small appliances on Earth, connect to a power source using a cord
with prongs.” Syn dangled the power cord and sighed. She looked
around at the kitchen with all the strange looking devices. “I
don’t know what to use as a substitute appliance and cannot connect
mine.”
Bron smiled and the golden eyes lit up with
mirth. “Pa Syn, let me show you. Naffie, get Zadda’s toolbox.”
Syn’s eyes popped as the toolbox materialized
on the counter. Bron said, “These green crystal flats are the power
source. When I remove the cord, I will place a small power
converter on the underside of your appliance. When you place the
appliance on the crystal power source it will operate as intended.
I see there is a switch, our appliances don’t need one, but you can
turn it on and I’m sure it will work properly.”
“I’ll need the coffee maker, the grinder, the
mixer, and the food processor.”
Bron raised his hand. “Show me these objects
and it shall be done in a quarter tine. I will do the coffee maker
and grinder first as your mind is screaming in need,” Bron said,
sounding amused.
::Naffie, get your Mommie some Tierest juice
until her coffee can be made.::
Naffie opened a large drawer, and drew out a
pitcher of a light colored liquid, which he poured into a glass.
“Here Mommie, drink this.’’ ::It will make you feel better until
the coffee is ready.::
“Sit, Pa Chette. This will be a long day so
you must rest while you can. Zaron is arranging for some Sarran
clothing for you. Of course, you will be fitted for handmade
garments, but for now, we must make do with the fabricated
styles.”
“I own clothing.”
“Yes, but would you consent to please us by
wearing Sarran garb this moontine?”
“Yes, I suppose. But don’t think I’m a
pushover. On Earth women make their own choices.”
Bron looked away from the coffee maker. “On
Sarran, you have choice and unconditional love.”
Syn’s head filled with doubts. How I long for
what he promises. I’m so afraid this fairy tale will end very badly
for me. I’m in love with them already and I like them! I’m in
danger of losing my soul. I must shore up my walls and re-arm my
defenses. I can’t handle another rejection. Get busy, Syn, you
can’t be maudlin if you are busy.
Bron stepped up behind her. “Don’t doubt us,
love, you and everything you are is all we need.”
* * * *
The chefs arrived with a sincere desire to
learn how to please an Earthen fem with their expertise. The
Tierest juice turned out to be the sweetest, most refreshing drink
she ever tasted and gave Syn the energy necessary to pursue her
project.
She sat down with the chefs, Brok and Tack,
to plan the menu and make a schedule for preparation of the courses
for the evening.
She had a ham and a large frozen turkey she
had planned to use for a buffet at the shelter. If she made a sauce
for the ham using the sweet Tierest juice along with candied
cherries it would go well with the turkey stuffed with local bread,
nuts and apples. She prepared candied yams and steamed broccoli
which would be topped with hollandaise sauce. The chefs prepared
Sarran salads and sides. The basic roasting could be the
responsibility of the Sarran chef, while she would do the prep
work. He assured her that the Sarran oven would get the turkey done
on time.
Dessert would be entirely of Syn’s creation.
She and Naffie dug through the contents of her boxes and found her
cookbooks and all of the Earthen ingredients that she knew
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