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Firebird was grateful the Thyrian woman did not stare. Six months pregnant, she felt as if she were
waddling in a two-gravity simulator. She didnтАЩt like wearing ringlets, either, but in this alien dampness it
was easier to let her hair have its own way. Behind the captainтАЩs desk, a smooth black door slid open,
and she walked through.

Wholeness: contentment: union: strength: Firebird sensed BrennenтАЩs presence before she saw him,
the moment she passed inside his range of telepathic projection. Eight months ago, when he had pair
bonded with her in his peopleтАЩs way, their emotions had become indissolubly linked, and now, though
she was no Sentinel and never could be, she read his feelings as plainly as another Sentinel would discern
them, whenever she was near him.

And he was glad to see her, no matter how heavily she walked; as he tucked a stylus into his left cuff, his
feelings of completeness echoed hers and built a resonance between them. Was that relief he felt, as
well? SheтАЩd interrupted something, something that disturbed him. Brennen stood beside his desk, a
slender, middle-sized Thyrian who looked even slimmer wearing the deep midnight blue of the Thyrian
forces. On his right shoulder gleamed an eight-rayed Master SentinelтАЩs star.

A second Sentinel stood a few steps to his right. Taller, blond, more heavily muscled than the typical
Thyrian, he wore the four-rayed SentinelтАЩs star. тАЬAir Master Dardy,тАЭ she exclaimed. тАЬYouтАЩre back.тАЭ

Dardy inclined his long body slightly, his broad, whole-hearted smile making the thirty-year-old look ten
years younger than Brennen. тАЬI understand today is a celebration, my lady. Congratulations on the
occasion.тАЭ

Firebird laughed. It was just like Damalcon Dardy to call her by her NтАЩTaian title, on this anniversary in
NтАЩTaian years of her birthday.

тАЬTwenty-four on the real calendar.тАЭ She tilted her chin and smiled up at him. Way upтАФher head did not
even reach his shoulder height. тАЬIтАЩm aging well, donтАЩt you think?тАЭ

тАЬFor nineteen Standard.тАЭ Dardy reached down for her hand and held it.

Firebird laughed again. тАЬActually, at present I prefer the old Thyrian calendar over either Federate or
NтАЩTaian. By that one IтАЩll be pregnant only seven months.тАЭ

Brennen stepped backward, smiling on the inside (she could feel it), a lock of light red-brown hair
dangling over one dark brow. From where she stood, the squadron of gold-sealed training certificates on
the wall framed his face and shouldersтАФa nice effect, she thought, if a little overdramatic.

тАЬI didnтАЩt mean to interrupt you,тАЭ she said.

Dardy shook his head. тАЬNot on your birthday, Mistress. ThereтАЩs no need to dampen your mood.тАЭ

тАЬMy mood?тАЭ She glanced over at Brennen. тАЬWhat were you talking about?тАЭ

Brennen hesitated only a second; then, evidently sensing her annoyance, he smoothed the errant strand of
hair. тАЬTell her what youтАЩve been telling me.тАЭ

The tall blond man dropped her hand and crossed his arms. тАЬIтАЩve just returned from Ixthic, Firebird.