chance to digest their conversation in private â or, better still, to pretend it away entirely, at least for a while.
âOK,â she said, and forced herself to smile.
----
Z ech waited until Gwen was gone from the room before setting the tray down and dragging the chair over to Saffronâs side. Saffron watched her with sharp resignation, as though nothing Zech could do or say would surprise her. Impishly hoping to disprove this attitude, Zech resettled the tray on her own knees, gestured to its contents and said firmly, in the language her magic told her was called English, âEat.â
Much to her satisfaction, Saffronâs eyebrows shot up. She started speaking eagerly in the same tongue, but much too quickly for Zech to comprehend. Raising a hand to stop the tirade, she reached out and took the older girl by the hand, letting her magic seep between them.
âZuymet,â she said, and this time, she could tell Saffron understood. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on strengthening last nightâs connection: a tentative mind-link, poorly built, that had nonetheless fostered trust between them. Matu would be proud of her, she thought, which was the highest praise she could imagine. Though kemeta, heâd once been offered a coveted place with Sahuâs Kin â but then, one had only to look at Matu to realise he wouldâve been poorly suited to a life of worship, study and service.
At that thought, Zechâs concentration wavered. Nearly a month had passed since Matu had left the compound on some unknown errand for Yasha: his departure had come bare days after Gwenâs, and in all that time, Zech had had no word from him. Biting her lip, she steadied her connection with Saffron, then broke it off cleanly.
âThatâs enough,â she said in Kenan. âDo you understand?â
Saffron blinked, then slowly answered in the same language, âYes, I do. I⦠wow. Iâm really making sense?â
Zech beamed at her. âYes! Thatâs it. I speak, you speak, the magic moves, and we both understand. Itâs tricky, though.â
âHow does it work? What are the, ah, limitations ?â This last word in English: evidently, Saffron hadnât yet received the Kenan equivalent from Zechâs vocabulary.
Zech frowned, trying to remember how Matu had originally explained it to her. âLearning from other people is harder, though still faster than regular learning. But talking to me is different. The more you talk to me, the quicker you learn. Even without the magic, weâre linked now. Zechalia and Saffron.â
Saffron gave a small shake of her head, but offset it by smiling. â Saff -ron,â she corrected. âNot Sa- ferrin .â
Zech tried to copy her, but the syllables sat strangely on her tongue. She called up some of the English words sheâd acquired, trying to find others with a similar cadence. Battle. Lecture. Copycat. When she tried again, her attempt was closer, but still not right. She pulled a face.
âSafi?â she offered â a compromise. Saffron was too long for everyday use, anyway, no matter how you pronounced it.
The older girl laughed. âSafi,â she agreed.
Zech grinned. âYou say mine now,â she instructed. âSee if it sounds right.â
Safi considered. âZech,â she said at last. âZechalia.â
Gleefully, Zech corrected her. âSoft at the end, not hard.â
Safi tried again and again. Even knowing that the zuymet extended only to vocabulary, not accent, there was still something delightful in seeing it proven true. After her eighth failed attempt, Safi laughed. âFine! You win.â Shyly, she gestured to the breakfast tray and asked in English, âWhat is all this stuff, anyway?â
With growing happiness, Zech began to tell her.
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â S heâs awake , then?â Yasha asked.Gwen nodded. âAnd coping surprisingly well, too
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