damaged packets, the better. Luckily, most were still intact, now taking up useful table space. He supposed Morgan would insist they be secured, too. Maybe the Omâray could make netsâ
Gurutz scowled. Maybe it was his normal expression; Barac hadnât seen the Sona scout smile since the Cloisters turned into a starship. âWe should have brought the Human.â
âHoll sent us.â A selection based, the First Scout suspected, onhis cousinâs whim. Sira might forgive the interruption of her stolen moment with her Chosen; that didnât put her beyond making the causeâhimâpay. âIf you can find Morgan, feel free to invite him along.â
âFind that one? Easier to spot a red brofer under a blood bush.â
No doubt an apt comparison, whatever a âbroferâ might be. Heâd known Morgan wandered. Where, being the question. Barac eyed the Omâray with real curiosity. âYou tried to follow him, didnât you?â Something heâd have advised against. The Human hadâdisquietingâskills.
Then again, so did the Sona. Gurutz lifted a hand, holding it out empty. âWeâve all tried,â he admitted. âDo you know where he goes?â
Away from us, Barac guessed, with a certain sympathy. âMapping,â he said out loud. âBesides, weâve the help we need right here.â He glanced down to his left, where a silent presence quivered with desire to matter. âReady, Arla?â
Dappled fingers touched the strip of cloth acting as a blindfold. âWhenever you say, First Scout.â Young Arla di Licor was a Looker, his rare Talent reacting to any change from his last memory of a place.
It wasnât a comfortable gift, the sensation incurred ranging from mild awareness to nauseating disorientation. Which would be why Arla hadnât come alone. His older brother, Asdny, hovered nearby. His role, normally, was to keep Arla away from
Sona
âs modifications and safe.
Not today. That Talent should tell Barac what they needed to know.
Holl and Leesems hadnât objected when heâd included their son in this excursionâwho would, seeing the delight on Arlaâs faceâbut theyâd not been pleased. Holding him responsible, they were, for Arlaâs well-being.
As if he could guarantee the unknowable.
The younger Mâhiray waited, fingers ready. Gurutz looked at Arla, frowned, then dared send
disapproval
at Barac.
He shouldnât be here.
The First Scout didnât bother to reply. Gurutz grumbled because Omâray were like Arlaâs eccentric family, keeping their unChosen close until ready for Choice and even after, the newly Chosen living with one set of parents or the other. More protective than Aryl remembered, but Cersiâs Clans had been forced to change, isolated by the Oud, under attack by the Vyna.
They werenât on Cersi, Barac told himself. Arlaâs temporary discomfort could identify a serious problem. Besides, as a Mâhiray, he should consider the male unChosen expendable, if he considered him at all.
Enora hadnâtâwhy was he arguing with himself? Enora sud Sarc, his mother, wasâhad beenâan empath and kind. Oh, heâd known his worth to the Clan; heâd been made a First Scout because his death wouldnât matter.
Gurutz and other Omâray scouts were selected from Chosen whoâd earned the right. They had skill, experienceâ
The best of reasons to be cautious. When his brother had been murdered, hadnât his Chosen, Dorsen, and their unborn died, too?
Different waysâhe was Mâhirayâ
âSomething wrong, First Scout?â Was the corner of Gurutzâs lips turning up?
âWe each have our strengths,â Barac replied, uncaring if he made sense. Why keep comparing them? Why notâcombine them?
Why stay Mâhiray and Omâray? Together, werenât they already something else?
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