take all the help I can get."
A server arrived and took their orders. Conversation went from basic information to what was contained within the book.
Livin smiled. "Since you are currently on Station 13, you and the book are safe. Read it and bring it back to me when you are done."
"Have you read it?"
Livin smiled. "My mom read parts of it to me as I was growing up. I have a feeling that she skipped over some of the chapters."
Alara looked at it curiously. "What is it?"
Cynthia smiled and stroked the worn leather. "It's my diary. I have always kept a journal, but my current one is almost full. I am feeling hopeful that I will be moving on soon."
Livin looked a little upset.
"What is it, punkin?" Cynthia took Livin's hands and held them.
The words came out in a rush. "I had hoped to have you around a bit more. I have questions and I am sure that my mother would love to meet you."
Cynthia opened the book and read the first passage. " Though I regret leaving my descendant, it was time for me to fall through time. I wish I could have spent more time with her, but she will be stronger for my going to my proper place. And I am tired of being alone knowing that there is someone for me who died generations before I was born ."
Livin frowned. "Is that true?"
Cynthia looked to Vasu and jerked her head.
He wrapped an arm around his mate's shoulder at her not-so-subtle direction.
"Ask your mate how much fun it was waiting for you once he knew where you were but knew that the timing was wrong."
Vasu's dark features twisted in remembrance. "It was not a good thing at all." His arm around his wife tightened and she looked up into his face.
Cynthia sat back and looked at the woman who carried the tail end of her genetics inside her. Her features were strong, bearing the marks of the Drai in every inch of her ears, nose and chin. The slightly pointed ears made Cynthia smile.
"What is your talent, Livin?" Something about this woman reminded her of someone she had known back on earth.
"I am an elemental. I bring the fury of nature in fire and wind."
Cynthia wiped a sudden tear from her eyes.
"Cynthia, what is it?"
"My grandmother had a talent for weather and I can see her in you. Separated by over a thousand years and her genes still pop up. It is nice to see the continuity, is all." She finished her snivelling and Alara suddenly sat up straight.
Cynthia fought the urge to ask the woman if Timmy was in the well and looked at the Guardsman. "What do you see?"
"Tomorrow. You will leave this station tomorrow and fly toward the Keyharrin system. A rift will open, light will spike and wrap around you and you need to keep your course steady." Alara shuddered and her gaze focussed on Cynthia. "Did you get that?"
"Yes. I think I need to head to the quartermaster." She put her teacup aside and got to her feet.
Livin was at her side in an instant. "Why?"
"Because you are going to inherit all of my old journals and I am going to need a new one." She wrapped an arm around the last of her bloodline and gave her a squeeze. "Come on, I will show you everything I have. You can pass it along to your kids if you choose to have any."
Livin's hand went to her abdomen in reflex and Cynthia got another tear in her eye. "You are already…"
"We think so. The doctors haven't had time to do the examination. Vasu is sure, but I only have my suspicions."
Vasu grumped behind them and Alara snickered.
Cynthia had been consulting on the Sector Guard project since the first base had been up and running. All of the support staff had been run through her empathy scans for suitability for the base involved.
Empathy was only one of the items in her psychic bag of tricks. She could mildly influence weather, hear the thoughts of folks in panic and lift objects at a distance when she was upset.
According to the specialists who had examined her, she had the seeds of dozens of psychic talents within her and her genes would carry them to the next
A server arrived and took their orders. Conversation went from basic information to what was contained within the book.
Livin smiled. "Since you are currently on Station 13, you and the book are safe. Read it and bring it back to me when you are done."
"Have you read it?"
Livin smiled. "My mom read parts of it to me as I was growing up. I have a feeling that she skipped over some of the chapters."
Alara looked at it curiously. "What is it?"
Cynthia smiled and stroked the worn leather. "It's my diary. I have always kept a journal, but my current one is almost full. I am feeling hopeful that I will be moving on soon."
Livin looked a little upset.
"What is it, punkin?" Cynthia took Livin's hands and held them.
The words came out in a rush. "I had hoped to have you around a bit more. I have questions and I am sure that my mother would love to meet you."
Cynthia opened the book and read the first passage. " Though I regret leaving my descendant, it was time for me to fall through time. I wish I could have spent more time with her, but she will be stronger for my going to my proper place. And I am tired of being alone knowing that there is someone for me who died generations before I was born ."
Livin frowned. "Is that true?"
Cynthia looked to Vasu and jerked her head.
He wrapped an arm around his mate's shoulder at her not-so-subtle direction.
"Ask your mate how much fun it was waiting for you once he knew where you were but knew that the timing was wrong."
Vasu's dark features twisted in remembrance. "It was not a good thing at all." His arm around his wife tightened and she looked up into his face.
Cynthia sat back and looked at the woman who carried the tail end of her genetics inside her. Her features were strong, bearing the marks of the Drai in every inch of her ears, nose and chin. The slightly pointed ears made Cynthia smile.
"What is your talent, Livin?" Something about this woman reminded her of someone she had known back on earth.
"I am an elemental. I bring the fury of nature in fire and wind."
Cynthia wiped a sudden tear from her eyes.
"Cynthia, what is it?"
"My grandmother had a talent for weather and I can see her in you. Separated by over a thousand years and her genes still pop up. It is nice to see the continuity, is all." She finished her snivelling and Alara suddenly sat up straight.
Cynthia fought the urge to ask the woman if Timmy was in the well and looked at the Guardsman. "What do you see?"
"Tomorrow. You will leave this station tomorrow and fly toward the Keyharrin system. A rift will open, light will spike and wrap around you and you need to keep your course steady." Alara shuddered and her gaze focussed on Cynthia. "Did you get that?"
"Yes. I think I need to head to the quartermaster." She put her teacup aside and got to her feet.
Livin was at her side in an instant. "Why?"
"Because you are going to inherit all of my old journals and I am going to need a new one." She wrapped an arm around the last of her bloodline and gave her a squeeze. "Come on, I will show you everything I have. You can pass it along to your kids if you choose to have any."
Livin's hand went to her abdomen in reflex and Cynthia got another tear in her eye. "You are already…"
"We think so. The doctors haven't had time to do the examination. Vasu is sure, but I only have my suspicions."
Vasu grumped behind them and Alara snickered.
Cynthia had been consulting on the Sector Guard project since the first base had been up and running. All of the support staff had been run through her empathy scans for suitability for the base involved.
Empathy was only one of the items in her psychic bag of tricks. She could mildly influence weather, hear the thoughts of folks in panic and lift objects at a distance when she was upset.
According to the specialists who had examined her, she had the seeds of dozens of psychic talents within her and her genes would carry them to the next
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