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bottom of her feet. She made it to the top of the ridge and stood a few feet away from the Avatar. The woman looked at her curiously, but the power rippled around her.
    “Greetings, Avatar of Harlisk.”
    The woman smiled. “Greetings, Ambassador of Resicor. I was expecting someone a little more imposing.”
    Skiria smiled. “I was all she could arrange on short notice.”
    The Avatar barked a laugh, and her dark brown eyes took on a gold swirl. “I await contact with my sister.”
    Skiria extended her hands, palms up.
    The Avatar smiled and placed her hands over the offered limbs.
    “I look forward to accepting children of Resicor onto my world.”
    Skiria was surprised, but the Avatar pressed their hands together, and the release of power blew them both apart.
    Tyvor caught Skiria, and she looked up at him with a weak smile. “We just need to make sure she is up and then we can go.”
    He lifted her in his arms, and they watched the Avatar as she lay in the sand. After a few minutes, she sat up with a blissful smile. “Thank you for your efforts, Ambassador. The link between Resicor and Harlisk is strong. Thank you for coming.”
    The Avatar levitated to her feet and flew off toward distant dunes.
    Tyvor walked back toward the Mind Strike with Skiria in his arms. “That seemed simple.”
    She closed her eyes and leaned against his chest. A second ring was now lit and active in her mind. “Sure. It barely hurt at all.”
    Darkness swam up and claimed her.
     
    The ship was moving and she was strapped to a bed…again.
    “Good, you are awake. I swear that low blood sugar of yours is really annoying. You need to keep an eye on it.” Lora’s voice was cheerful.
    A small door opened on one side of the wall and a robot chirped and wheeled in, balancing a tray on his flat head. He unclipped the strap around her waist and she was able to sit up.
    The purple dress was gone and she was wearing a sheet again. She took the tray from the bot with a murmur of thanks and sat back against the wall to fix her feeble body issue.
    A knock on the door sounded as she was finishing her tea. She tucked her sheet under her arms for security and called out, “Come in.”
    Tyvor entered and he was carrying a new outfit with him. His own tight trousers and boots looked excellent on him.
    “I didn’t know you had a tattoo.”
    He laughed. “Of course you didn’t. Now, we are in orbit around Nearhall, and according to Lora, you are going to need some help getting into this one. It tends to stick.”
    Looking at his outfit, she wasn’t confident about leaving the ship wearing anything on the hanger. It looked like shreds of silk from her point of view.
    He reached behind the hanger and removed another pair of sandals, but these were strappy and would reach to her knees. “Stick your feet out and I will get started.”
    Bemused, she set her teacup aside and gathered the sheets so that her legs were the only thing exposed.
    “I treated your wounds. Landing and walking in sand tore open the bottoms of your feet.” Tyvor glanced up at her with his solid black eyes. “Why didn’t you mention it?”
    “Nerves. I just wanted to get it over with.”
    “In the future, if your clothing wounds you, let me know. I could have carried you to the meeting.”
    The mental image of him carrying her up the hill to the meeting made her smile. “I don’t think that would have made a good first impression. Apparently, the planets were expecting a more impressive ambassador. I fall flat.”
    “You are carrying the link that Resicor needs to carry out her plan. Salass is on board and now so is Harlisk. That is two out of the thirty that Lora says you need. Let’s get you dressed and go out to bag the third.” He finished lacing up the sandals and patted her knee. “The skirt does not lend itself to undergarments, so you will have to expose yourself a little in order to get dressed. I will try to look as little as possible.”
    Skiria watched as he