Page 47 of Seer Prophet

“Nor did I.” The green-eyed seer glanced down at Jon’s bloody hand where it pressed against his side. “Nor did I ask her to attack you, brother. Are you going to tell me who you are? Or must I guess?”

Hearing the humor underlying the other’s words, Jon clicked under his breath, shaking his head as he glanced at Maygar.

Fucking infiltrators and their constant, unrelenting caginess.

Revik’s son looked openly wary now, and on the verge of possibly doing something really stupid. Realizing he needed to head that off, Jon straightened to his full height, facing the handsome seer as he spoke in a forced voice.

“We mean you no harm,” Jon said.

“I don’t doubt that, in your case,” the mystery seer said, glancing more pointedly at Maygar. “I’m less sure in his.” The green eyes narrowed. “Can you tell him to stand down? You are the authority here,na?”

Jon sighed. He directed his words at Maygar. “Don’t do anything, Maygar.”

Maygar grunted, giving him a hard look.

He didn’t argue, though.

Something in his light de-charged slightly, right as he lowered his weapon. Jon saw the green-eyed seer give him a sharper look when Maygar’s light altered, right before his eyes scaled up. They focused intently for a few seconds above Maygar’s head.

“What is he?” The strange seer directed the question at Jon.

“He’s a seer,” Jon retorted.

The green eyes clicked into focus, meeting Jon’s. Jon kept his mind utterly blank.

He felt the seer consider pressing the point, then abruptly decide not to.

“Do I know you, brother?” he asked Jon.

“I doubt it,” Jon said. “You must know we’re not from around here.”

“Where are you from?”

“Why do you need that information, brother?” Jon copied the other’s use of formal Prexci. “Does this need to be an interrogation? We’ve made it clear we have no hostile intentions towards you. We have lowered our weapons. Yet you continue to point a gun at me.”

The handsome seer frowned but didn’t answer.

Jon fought to keep his light neutral, and most of all, away from any and all information about Allie, Revik, or Maygar himself.

Whoever this strange seer was, Jon had to assume he could read both of them, at least to a degree, and regardless of the mobile construct around him and Maygar. Jon could feel the bare edges of a mobile construct around the green-eyed seer, as well, but he wasn’t familiar with either the structures or the flavors of that construct, any more than he knew the seer himself.

“Idoknow you,” the green-eyed seer said. His voice held a tinge of incredulity as he continued to look Jon over with wider eyes. “But what happened to your light, cousin?” He let out a low snort, as if hearing his own words. “Truly, I think I had it right the first time. You are brother now, not cousin. In any case, I would never have recognized you. But you were human once, were you not? You were born into that race?”

Next to Jon, Maygar stiffened.

The handsome seer didn’t seem to notice.

He stared openly at Jon, his voice incredulous.

“Gaos,”he murmured. His eyes slid slightly out of focus as he examined Jon’s light. “I guess the crossover thing was true. I can’t even imagine what a shock that must have been…”

Maygar stiffened more, his eyes darting to Jon’s.

Feeling Maygar’s light begin to charge up a second time, Jon gave him a warning look, motioning him off subtly with his eyes.

He looked back at the green-eyed seer, who still held the rifle on him.

“Whoareyou?” Jon gave him a harder stare, still trying to protect his light. “Can we start with that? Or is it only you who gets to ask questions?”

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