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Treasured, he is sentient. You
should lose your prejudice against the Beast’s intellect. After
all, he saved the Brightstar.::
    ::Fuck.::
    * * * *
    “Where are you taking her? Anya shouted after
TeBron as he mentally asked Nafer to hold onto his belt.
    “Home,” he answered succinctly as he turned
to face Jonal and Tonas.
    “Admirals, would you do us the honor of
sharing moontine with us at Castle Air. Shall we say at nineteen
tines? Please extend the invitation to Dr. Stern and Duke Juraens.
Princess Anya, if you will, bring the Beast. There is much that
necessitates discussion prior to council.”
    Bron followed Zaron to the largest structure
on the field.
    “Zadda, we have to go back.” Nafer wiggled in
Bron’s arms. “We forgot Duchess.”
    Bron turned around and found the small, white
beauty dragging a pillow-lined basket with a pink bow. Bron picked
up the basket and the beauty with the silken coat leaped into
Naffie’s arms.
    ::I don’t think Duchess’ personality lends
itself to being forgotten.:: Then, with an audible laugh, he
followed his Zaron and Syn to the private council area in the field
house.
    Once inside the cavernous building, Bron
settled both Naffie and Duchess on the highly polished floor just
to the left of a pair of gleaming brass doors.
    ::Dragon, do we teleport?::
    ::Yes. With the both of us, plus Naffie and
the little beauty, I think we can manage to get home without undue
interest. We’ll use the teleport chamber in the small council
waiting room; the larger one is set up for the debriefing.::
    Bron looked over to the brass doors. They
opened silently. ::Thus the moontine meeting—::
    ::Yes. I’m afraid our new BondMate will be
overwhelmed before we are able to educate her about Sarran.:: Zaron stroked her hair.
    ::And Council politics,:: Bron
answered. ::She’s beautiful, Zaron. Her hair is the color of
Ulna, the White and I’ve never seen eyes of such a vibrant hue,
like the petals of the purple fantasies in the foothills
surrounding Castle Air.::
    “She is beautiful on the inside too, Poppie,
but she is very sad, just like you and Zadda. But she can fix it
all up.” Naffie nodded, adding his considered opinion.
    Purple irises became visible under the veil
of unusually dark lashes for someone of her coloring. Syn wiggled
in Zaron’s arms.
    “Naffie? Fix what up? Sir, eh, TeZaron, could
you let me down. I believe I can walk by myself,” Syn said in a
groggy voice.
    “Why walk, Pa Chette, when I can carry you?
Since you are our bonded I think you can drop the honorific,
Te.”
    “Syn, Cynthia Sinclair.”
    “You bristled with energy when I first laid
eyes on you. Deep inside, I knew you belonged to us, yet I never
expected to be able to bond again so I dismissed the attraction.
Forgive me, both of you, for my stupidity. My refusal to recognize
the signs cost us time to prepare our Pa Chette for what is to
come.”
    ::Naffie, what is a Pa Chette?:: Bron
smiled as Cynthia effortlessly slipped into mind speech.
    “The translation program has no Earthen word
for this animal. Wait, I know…” Naffie giggled.
    A picture of a small mammal with pale yellow
spines rolled into a ball appeared in her mind’s eye. “Looks like a
hedgehog…I wonder if there is a biologist among the women?” Syn
mused.
    Naffie sent another image. The little mammal
sported a flicker of flame dancing over his head. ::See, Mommie,
Chet is the mammal, te is fire. Put it together, Pa
Chette.::
    “And Pa…?”
    “My, of course.”
    Syn actually blushed.
    Yes, Zaron interrupted with a chuckle, “That
is the literal interpretation, my offspring. You missed the
subtlety.”
    Syn turned her face into Zaron’s neck to hide
her expression. ::Prickly, and short tempered.::
    “Poppie, you laughed. See, I said Mommie
would fix it…”
    “So you did, Naffie, so you did.”
    Zaron set Syn on her feet. She turned and
found herself encased in a second set of heavily muscled arms.
Looking up she saw a very