Page 45 of Starfall

Chapter Eight

Emery stared skywardas a sandwich cookie of dark and light took place before disappearing into a wink of darkness.

She touched her forehead. “She’s still here.” Emery chuckled. “She’s asleep.”

Rowen blinked. “You are in touch with her?”

“She linked her emotional state to me.”

“That may become inconvenient.”

Emery looked at him. “Why?”

“The guys with her had their minds on mating. Rut smells similar for every species.”

“Oh. That might get weird.”

“Only if they are good at what they do.” He chuckled. “Void seemed to have a handle on that, and Null was enthusiastic.”

“Uh. Right. I don’t think I should have used sad puppy face with her.”

Rowen hugged her. “Isn’t there a phraseDo not mess in the affairs of dragons?”

“Yeah, but it endsFor you are crunchy and good with ketchup.”She looked over to Kelnen holding Krys. “Okay, I can see the eating aspect of it. Well, not literally.”

He laughed. “This will be interesting.”

She grumbled, “I hope they have a nice, long flight.”

“I doubt that it will be that long.”

She groaned and thudded her head against his shoulder.

“Let’s dance. Dawn will be here in a few hours, and you can figure out how to numb the effect of a direct link into a dragon’s brain.”

That sounded like an excellent idea, so they got on the dance floor with many fatigued couples and swayed to the music. The fast stuff had ended at one; now, it was all slow dances.

They moved close to Orla and Hunter, and Emery asked, “Orla, do you know a spell to dampen a direct magical emotional connection?”

“No, but I think I can make one.”

“Can you get to it as soon as things are wrapped up here, and you have a nap, of course.”

Orla smiled. “Sure, nap.”

Hunter chuckled.

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