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Dragon Song
Dock A


Anthora yos’Galan and Ren Zel dea’Judan were lifemates. So much he knew from the files provided by the delm. Ren Zel dea’Judan had been first mate on Dutiful Passage, and thus could be expected to have administrative experience which would stand him in good stead as light keeper.

Anthora was a Healer, and a teacher.

Both had their Jump-tickets, and if they were younger than he had perhaps expected, they were neither one so young as Theo.

Anthora was short, as Korval measured height, and rounded. Abundant dark hair was held away from her face by combs; and her eyes were an extremely light blue.

Ren Zel was well matched to his lady in height, slender in his leathers, and quiet without being at all Scout-like. His hair and eyes were brown, his features even, his expression sweet and calm.

Jen Sin bowed as one greeting kin.

“Well come, Cousins,” he said, meaning it.

Anthora tipped her head, silver eyes studying him; he could swear he felt her gaze touch his thoughts.

“We are pleased to be of service to a kinsman,” she said, “especially one who was thought lost to us so long ago. Ren Zel and I have brought you some things, which we hope will ease you. There was a box in stores with your name on it, which we brought, as well.”

He blinked. They had brought his belongings, such as remained after all this time. And items to ease him? It was a kindness, and, truly, it would be some while longer until he could lay down duty, for he would not let them loose on Tinsori Light without a thorough grounding on developing circumstances. But—

“Perhaps you will come aboard,” Ren Zel said, gently, “and share a cup of tea.”

His lifemate looked at him over her shoulder and smiled.

“That is a very good notion, Beloved.”

She looked back, silver eyes bright, and held out a hand.

“Come, Cousin Jen Sin, won’t you join us for a cup of tea?”


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