She’d contacted Otha too soon.“Captain, I can explain,” she said, her head feeling light, her mind helplessly casting about for what to say next. Then the sound of the pilot room’s inner airlock door swinging open drew everyone’s attention. She turned in time to see the back of the person who’d just entered as they turned to shut the door. It was a male with dark hair. The hair had beads and feathers in it and fell down across the shoulder on one side. It was cut short on the other side, in the Procyoni style. He wore a yellow-gold tunic with knee-length leather boots – the uniform of a groom’s sacrist. The boy toggled the door switch and faced them. It was Fane Reth Fanesson!“The Skirni is returned to the passenger decks,” Fane said to the Groom. “He is a most disagreeable creature. And he smelled worse than a–” He stopped when he recognized Zenn. A faint smile crept across his face. “…worse than a yote.”Zenn was certain she had gone quite red. But still, inexplicably, she was pleased to see the boy, despite his reference to that first meeting at the cloister, when a full-grown yote had covered her in a spectacular shower of well-seasoned vomit.“So, Novice Scarlett,”
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