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man.тАЭ

Firebird started. тАЬReally?тАЭ

Brennen barely nodded. тАЬWhy not?тАЭ

тАЬHe treats me oddly.тАЭ Firebird stared at the sculpture. тАЬAnd he feels strong. When he talks to me, itтАЩsтАж
it almost feels like an interrogation, as though everything I said neededтАж No, I know heтАЩs not using
mind-access, butтАжтАЭ

тАЬHeтАЩs a good officer,тАЭ Brennen said blandly.

тАЬAt his age, heтАЩs still only an aide? Someone else has taken a disliking to him, IтАЩd guess.тАЭ

The pair bonding had helped them through many of the misunderstandings of new marriage; each always
understood precisely how the other felt, and it had proven a blessing many times over, as she and
BrennenтАФraised on different worlds, in very different culturesтАФtried to forge a relationship that would
endure the lifelong commitment.

тАЬMari, I know the man. I work with him. HeтАЩs good enough at what he does. Maybe he has refused
promotion to keep a position he likes.тАЭ

His protest rose at the back of her perception, carried by the pair bond, then abruptly vanished under a
wash of epsilon static.

Pained, she met his stare. She knew how much effort it cost him to hide his feelings from her. Heartily she
wished Terrell had left the complex ten minutes sooner.

Touching the mira lily in her hair, Brennen shook his head. Probably he wished the same. The emotional
resonance returned in a slow, careful crescendo. She reached for his hand, and a flicker of his epsilon
strength stroked her thoughts. тАЬArenтАЩt you hungry, Mari?тАЭ

FirebirdтАЩs stomach grumbled. тАЬAlways,тАЭ she said.
Chapter 2

тАж Will Find Her PeopleтАж

moderate sussurando - moderately, whispering

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In a pleasant, slowly awakening haze, Firebird lifted her cup of steaming cruinn and breathed deeply.
SheтАЩd paid dearly in Federate gilds for two kilos of the NтАЩTaian beverage, and she meant to savor every
whiff. The heavy, sweet scent brought back such a swirl of memories: all she once had been, images of
her rooms in the Angelo palace on Naetai, friends she missed dearlyтАФand unpleasant memories, too, the
constant weight of impending martyrdom for her homeworldтАЩs honor. She had been so proud to carry
that weight, to expect to die young.

Firebird raised her cup and toasted the memory, then sipped. It was good to live free of that weight. To
carry life. Some small limb punched her insides. She felt like a dance hall, sometimes. Her life had turned