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certainly made a complicated situation even more so.
    Not that I needed complications.
    He flung himself down on his back and stared at the peak of the tent roof. How did a person sort out a new life, a new home, a new identity, and a new lover, all at once?
    It only made the situation more strained that the new lover was trying to be part of the solution.
    Would it be easier if Firesong had been nothing more than a concerned stranger, perhaps even a tentative friend, as Darkwind or the two gryphons were?
    He’s being awfully patient, I suppose. Anyone else would have given up on me by now. Surely a stranger would have blown up at him more than once, have cursed him for his timidity, and consigned him to the ranks of those that could not be helped because they would not help themselves.
    On the other hand, sooner or later Firesong’s frustration was going to overcome his patience. He wouldn’t be able to be impartial; he made no secret of the fact that he wanted, badly, for An’desha to reach his potential as a mage so that the two of them could enjoy a relationship of two equal partners, the kind that the gryphons had.
    But is that what I want? Part of him longed for it with all his heart. Part of him shied away from the very idea. Firesong frightened him sometimes; the Healing Adept was so very certain of himself and what he wanted. Sometimes I don’t think he’s had a single doubt in his life. How could I ever have anything in common with someone like him? Powerful, charismatic, blindingly intelligent, and handsome enough to be a young god, Firesong was everything An’desha had imagined he could be, back in that long-ago day when he had run away from his Clan. No longer; he had endured too much, and he could never be that naive or hopeful again.
    But Firesong was all those things. He would never lack for bed partners. An‘desha could not imagine someone like Firesong being willing to wait around on the mere chance that a frail Shin’a’n half-breed might, one day, regain some of the spirit he had lost. Why should he? Why should he waste precious time that way?
    And yet—
    He’s kind, he’s patient. In fact, Firesong had been coaxing, courting, and cajoling him with a gentle awkwardness that seemed to bespeak a distinct lack of practice in those three skills. Then again, why would he ever need to coax or court anyone? He could have anyone he wanted, I’d think. They must be throwing themselves at his feet, over there in the Palace. So it was all the more confusing that Firesong was willing to take the time to lead An’desha along like a spooked and frightened colt, time he could, without a doubt, spend more pleasurably elsewhere, with other people.
    His thoughts muddled together at that point. He didn’t want to consider all the ramifications of this. He didn’t want to think that Firesong meant everything he had said in the dark of the night. He certainly didn’t want that kind of devotion.
    Did he?
    This was getting him nowhere. Rather than face further uncomfortable thoughts, he rose from his pallet and took himself back out into the garden.
    The firebird had preened all the water from its feathers, and busily fluffed them, holding its wings away from its body in order to make certain that they dried fully. The bird paid no attention to him as he passed it and went to the far side of the garden, and the wrought-iron staircase that led to the second floor and the ekele he shared with Firesong.
    He climbed the stairs and emerged in the middle of the central room of the ekele, a room intended for socializing. This room looked exactly like the “public” room of any Tayledras ekele; it was light and open despite little free floor space, furnished with a number of flat cushions for sitting and lounging, a pair of perches for bondbirds, and some low tables. The floor was a herringbone pattern of two different hardwoods, amber and pale honey.
    An‘desha passed through this room to reach his own room, one