wasn’t a career path that she normally would have selected.
Chapter Seven
Watching the mirror was the easiest form of entertainment available to her. She looked into and researched the other Terrans, and with some shock, she realized that they were probably above her in the tower.
Xeric was in the wide recreation room engaging in a martial art that was fascinating to watch, but since Orphia had given up public masturbation, she decided to skip the show.
Sex was constantly on her mind, even though she was now sporting Terran underwear, jeans and a t-shirt.
Xeric had been disappointed that she didn’t want to wear his shirt as daily wear around the house, but when she explained that she needed to ease into having a male around all the time, he allowed her the minimal concealment that the cotton provided.
Orphia knew that it was only Xeric’s good nature that kept him from becoming far more insistent regarding physical intimacy. If her hormones spiked again, his self-control might snap and that would not end with her on top.
He joined her as she watched the exploits of Aura, Idara, and Sky. Three Nameless who had come from the same world as she, but they were all in the tower for inappropriate behaviour. Something in their assignments took them outside the norm for the Nameless, and since a life sentence was out of the question, locking them up in the tower until the Orb called for them again was the solution.
“How often does the Orb call you?” She was watching Sky help an old woman across the street an instant before an out-of-control carriage rolled through.
“In the past, it has been about once every two months. It means that we may have to find another way to spend our time.” He reached out and caressed her shoulder.
“Um, not that that isn’t a great idea, but you are glowing, Xeric. What do you see?”
He sighed and closed his eyes. “You will need leather clothing in a dark green. It is time that you seen another aspect of the Hirn.”
Shrugging, she dialled up the requested items, and when they arrived, she took the box into the bedroom and slipped into the leathers before tugging on the soft, fitted boots and strapping on her knife.
Head to toe in deep green leather, she walked up to him and smiled. “Let’s go.”
He paused and loosened her hair from the ponytail she had it tied in. “It will blend better and hide your features from casual observation.”
She smiled as his hands ran through her hair with far more than casual interest. “You like long hair.”
“I do. It makes you easier to catch.”
With that peculiar statement hanging in the air between them, they stepped into the world where the Orb of Time summoned them.
“Let me carry you, this next part will take a few minutes.”
They were standing on the edge of a road. A green meadow spread to either side. Xeric lifted her in his arms, and he began to grow.
His antlers became branches, his body rounded and thickened into that of a tree.
Green leaves bloomed and his arms lifted her high into the basket of branches, concealing her from casual observation. From the height, she could see an approaching dust cloud and her instincts told her that this is what they were waiting for.
“So, I simply wait up here in the canopy, and you will do whatever is necessary?”
I will. As a tree, I will draw their attention, and they will have a moment to rest in their flight.
Orphia sat up in shock. “How can I hear you?”
All Hirn can hear all other Hirn, no matter how far the bloodlines have come. You can speak this way as well. You merely have to try.
“I am supposed to just try telepathy?”
Do you have anything better to do right now?
He had a point.
She sat in the small woven nest that supported her and took a meditative pose. “So how do I do this?”
Cease talking and try thinking, Orphia. They are getting closer, and you should not be heard.
She bit her lip and tried to send her thoughts to him.
Stop trying so hard