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grows
short before the opportunity closes. You must find him now lest it be
too late."
    Traed nodded. "I
understand."
    Yaniff patted his
shoulder. "I have great faith in you. You will find him, for, by Aiyah ,
I cannot. He is deep in Oberion lands, shielded even from my sight."
    Traed wondered what
chance he had, if a mage as great as Yaniff was blind.
    "You have a great
gift of Sight. Greater than you know. Use it wisely, my son."
    With those comforting
words, Yaniff turned and went back to the group.
    The following day
Suleila and Deana decided to go to the village together, despite the heat.
Suleila had declared that shopping would overcome the hot day.
    As usual, Suleila did
most of the actual shopping. The woman was a shopping force to be reckoned
with!
    Deana
suspected she accompanied her energetic mother-in-law as comic relief. She usually
enjoyed going along, as the Familiar woman was so entertaining. They always had
a lot of fun together, often laughing at silly things that only the two of them
would see.
    In the square she
noticed that several of the women were openly smiling at her while at the same
time many of the men were giving her stony-eyed looks.
    Suleila.
    Looked like the chatty
Familiar had already passed around the tale
of St. Stooges Day.
    Her suspicions were
confirmed when an older woman and her husband passed her and winked while
flashing her new bracelet at Deana. The next woman simply whispered her
gratitude by declaring, "A day for men to shower us with gifts and be our
slaves! We thank you so much for this custom!"
    Huh? That was not
what she had said. As usual, these Aviarans had mucked up her meaning! She gave Suleila a narrowed-eyed look.
    The pretty Familiar
simply laughed gaily, waving off her concerns. "I thought I might improve
on your fine custom a bit. Surely, you could not object, Adeeann, as soon you
will benefit from this new custom as well." She winked at Deana.
    The reality of what
Suleila was saying hit home with a thud . Oh my God. She gulped. Lorgin. Lorgin would be furious! She wasn’t supposed to introduce too much of her
world here. Something to do with disrupting the space-time continuum . .
. or something.
    He still hadn't forgiven
her for introducing the concept of the good ol' greaseburger to them. It was still appearing on several cafe menus albeit
in a much altered form then what she had described. They obviously did
not do beef here.
    Who
cared?
    When Lorgin found out
about this new twist to her holiday, they
could start serving Deanaburgers.
    Because
she would be dead meat.
    Krue had gifted his wife
with a beautiful necklace earlier in the day.
    Suleila had shown it to
her when they took a break, sitting in their favorite outdoor cafe in the square to sip mir and nibble on some Aviaran
sweet cakes. The Familiar woman had almost been shy when she revealed the lovely present.
    There
was no doubt that Krue had been listening to her version of Valentine's Day and had
literally taken it to heart. There was also no doubt that Lorgin's father loved
his wife deeply. The fine, intricately wrought chain was magnificent. It was
clearly no ordinary gift, but one that he had given a great deal of thought to.
It also must have held some deeper significance for the two of them by the way
Suleila acted when she looked it. A blush literally graced her smooth cheeks.
    Deana sighed happily. I'm
just an ol' softy, I guess, but it is romantic.
    She decided to pat
herself on the back for introducing the holiday on Aviara, after all.
    Even if it had gotten
twisted a bit.
    Lorgin and the rest of
the Aviaran men would just have to deal with it.
    Yeah,
like the wimps they are, she groaned, slapping her forehead.
Repeat to self one thousand times: Aviaran men are not Earth men. Aviaran men
are not . . .
    The walk back home
through the forest was nothing short of breathtaking.
    Night had fallen.
    On Earth, walking
through the woods or city streets alone– especially at night– was something