bright.
Benliar kissed the back of her hand, and she responded with a quick kiss to his lips.
She smiled. “Ask me in a few years. My story is just getting started.”
Epilogue
Wimsah looked at the monitor and smiled, “She is adorable. You should be very proud, Trala.”
Trala blushed. “We didn’t plan it, it just happened.”
“How is Envix adapting?”
“He is a little shocked but Resicor is delighted. She is handling it much better than I did.”
Trala cuddled the small black and white Yaluthu to her and she smiled. “I can’t thank you enough. Yima is already a great addition to our family.”
Wimsah looked at the Yaluthu that had flown across galaxies and sectors of space to be with its bondmate. Little Yima was Spot’s great granddaughter and she looked every inch the companion to a living planet.
“How is Kroz doing?”
Wimsah smiled, “He is doing everything that a seventeen-year-old should be doing. It still freaks me out a little when I look into his eyes.”
“He is lovely and has a good head on his shoulders. You should be very proud.”
“We are. Benliar is just as surprised as I am that our son has turned out well. I think Roden was hoping for a girl.”
“Well, there is always the next one. When were you thinking?”
Wimsah reached up and caressed Spot’s chest. “I was thinking that when Kroziar moves out, I will start thinking about the next one.”
“You don’t want a bunch at the same time?”
“It would be too hard on the babysitter.”
Trala chuckled. “I have a huge list of those willing to babysit Yima.”
“Yes, but she is cute and fluffy. Just wait until she is running around and setting fire to your furniture or levitating her least favourite vegetable across the table. Oh, wait, Yaluthu don’t do that.” Wimsah laughed.
Yima chirped and Spot clicked back through the com.
Wimsah got a mental image, and she snickered. “Don’t be surprised if your com is busy. Spot can and does call all of his descendants.”
“You don’t mean…”
“Oh, yes. The beaks aren’t decorative. They are very functional, and she knows what you know.” She stroked Spot again.
“Where is your other half?”
“He is off giving a lecture about interspecies mating. I am scheduled to meet up with him in thirty minutes and explain that everything he said was a lie.” Wimsah winked.
“Talk to you soon, Wim.”
“You too, Trala.” She disconnected the call and sighed. “Come on, Spot. Are you up for a flight?”
He flexed his wings and rode her shoulder until they reached the roof. It had taken her a decade to learn how to fly and it was only because Benliar had finally opened part of his mind he had been keeping secret during an intimate moment. Now, she could fly on her own, but she still enjoyed being caught up in his arms, and she used every chance she could to have him fly her home. Even if she had plenty of energy to get herself anywhere she needed to be.
She walked to the edge of the roof and fell, propelling herself upward with Spot at her side. After two decades on Roden, she was used to the people, the food and raising a child that had a multi-psychic talent and devastating good looks.
Her mind was already calling her grandma, just to get her used to it.
She circled the institute and slowly landed out front with Spot alighting on her shoulder. With long, even strides, she headed for the lecture hall and opened the door. The vids on the screen were of her and Benliar in a variety of clinches. Her black and white suit was always pristine and Benliar’s white and black suit matched.
She walked up the pathway to the stage and applause greeted her. She kissed her husband, stroked her bird and spoke to the crowd. “Let me begin by saying, that I am Wimsah ni’Cavinagh ki’Huntrag, Avatar of Roden and everything my bondmate told you is a gross exaggeration.”
Everyone in the room laughed, her mate took his seat with a grin and she continued
Benliar kissed the back of her hand, and she responded with a quick kiss to his lips.
She smiled. “Ask me in a few years. My story is just getting started.”
Epilogue
Wimsah looked at the monitor and smiled, “She is adorable. You should be very proud, Trala.”
Trala blushed. “We didn’t plan it, it just happened.”
“How is Envix adapting?”
“He is a little shocked but Resicor is delighted. She is handling it much better than I did.”
Trala cuddled the small black and white Yaluthu to her and she smiled. “I can’t thank you enough. Yima is already a great addition to our family.”
Wimsah looked at the Yaluthu that had flown across galaxies and sectors of space to be with its bondmate. Little Yima was Spot’s great granddaughter and she looked every inch the companion to a living planet.
“How is Kroz doing?”
Wimsah smiled, “He is doing everything that a seventeen-year-old should be doing. It still freaks me out a little when I look into his eyes.”
“He is lovely and has a good head on his shoulders. You should be very proud.”
“We are. Benliar is just as surprised as I am that our son has turned out well. I think Roden was hoping for a girl.”
“Well, there is always the next one. When were you thinking?”
Wimsah reached up and caressed Spot’s chest. “I was thinking that when Kroziar moves out, I will start thinking about the next one.”
“You don’t want a bunch at the same time?”
“It would be too hard on the babysitter.”
Trala chuckled. “I have a huge list of those willing to babysit Yima.”
“Yes, but she is cute and fluffy. Just wait until she is running around and setting fire to your furniture or levitating her least favourite vegetable across the table. Oh, wait, Yaluthu don’t do that.” Wimsah laughed.
Yima chirped and Spot clicked back through the com.
Wimsah got a mental image, and she snickered. “Don’t be surprised if your com is busy. Spot can and does call all of his descendants.”
“You don’t mean…”
“Oh, yes. The beaks aren’t decorative. They are very functional, and she knows what you know.” She stroked Spot again.
“Where is your other half?”
“He is off giving a lecture about interspecies mating. I am scheduled to meet up with him in thirty minutes and explain that everything he said was a lie.” Wimsah winked.
“Talk to you soon, Wim.”
“You too, Trala.” She disconnected the call and sighed. “Come on, Spot. Are you up for a flight?”
He flexed his wings and rode her shoulder until they reached the roof. It had taken her a decade to learn how to fly and it was only because Benliar had finally opened part of his mind he had been keeping secret during an intimate moment. Now, she could fly on her own, but she still enjoyed being caught up in his arms, and she used every chance she could to have him fly her home. Even if she had plenty of energy to get herself anywhere she needed to be.
She walked to the edge of the roof and fell, propelling herself upward with Spot at her side. After two decades on Roden, she was used to the people, the food and raising a child that had a multi-psychic talent and devastating good looks.
Her mind was already calling her grandma, just to get her used to it.
She circled the institute and slowly landed out front with Spot alighting on her shoulder. With long, even strides, she headed for the lecture hall and opened the door. The vids on the screen were of her and Benliar in a variety of clinches. Her black and white suit was always pristine and Benliar’s white and black suit matched.
She walked up the pathway to the stage and applause greeted her. She kissed her husband, stroked her bird and spoke to the crowd. “Let me begin by saying, that I am Wimsah ni’Cavinagh ki’Huntrag, Avatar of Roden and everything my bondmate told you is a gross exaggeration.”
Everyone in the room laughed, her mate took his seat with a grin and she continued
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