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Its base actually dug into the floor as she settled it into place and she smiled nervously at Venin when she placed her hands on the surface. “Well, here we go. Any last words?”
“Good luck and I will be here if you need anything.”
She nodded and in the instant before she stabbed her mind into the crystal, she considered the journey that the men had made, their lives on Keroa and the effect that they had had in shaping her people into the creatures that they were today.
With the past in her mind, she switched her concentration to the future and released her ancestors with a tremendous push from her mind.
The first crack made her jump, but seconds later, chunks of crystal were sliding to the ground and the Morin were free to fall over on their own.
Venin moved to assist the men, but all eight of them focussed on her.
In a low tone, she murmured, “Venin, please get over here and stand next to me. The look in their eyes is not one that I am comfortable with from men I am related to, no matter how distant the relation.”
He returned to her side and helped her to her feet. His nostrils flared and he caught on immediately. His teeth and claws made an appearance, his ears twitched and tail lashed.
She sighed as his arms came around her and the sight seemed to have the desired effect on the Morin. The men downgraded their lust from ravenous to polite interest.
Venin spoke, “Welcome to the modern age, ancestors of Keroa.”
The first of the eight men with long white hair and pointed ears, bowed low. “Thank you for waking us. What is the state of Admar?”
Iris blinked in surprise while Venin filled in the information of the ancient home of the Admaryn. The Terran woman, Sarah Marks, who now owned it. She had been the first of her kind to walk on Admar and the descendant of the race who had almost been driven to extinction by the alien race who had preyed on them. The planet of Admar had been forfeit for their actions.
“May we communicate with them? I am sure that I speak for all of us when I say that we would welcome a home after all these years.”
Venin nodded but kept his arms around Iris. “I am sure that it is possible if you are up for a bit of a walk. There is only one communication centre on Keroa and it is in the Citadel base.”
The man smiled. “Lead the way. I am Irion, by the way. Captain of the Admaryn ship, Rekko.”
Venin inclined his head. “I am Venin Nulin vi Akerol. This is the prime hunter of Keroa, Iris Markee.”
She found herself in the peculiar situation of hiding behind Venin while they walked as a large unit out into the sunlight. The other Morin men were still eyeing her, but the ferocious look of her companion was keeping them at bay.
She took her position on Teddi and he walked alongside the men as they made their way to the Citadel base. Venin informed the men that no fraternization with the local females would be tolerated and as the women were all related to the Morin, it was an unsavoury mix.
“Our children lived?” Irion was smiling brilliantly.
“They did. And mixed with the rest of the population within six generations.” Iris smiled, “At least I know where the hair colour comes from now.”
Irion looked at her, really looked, and he grinned. “Well met, daughter.”
She inclined her head from her perch on her rhesh. “Well met, Father.”
The other seven started to speak at once. They wanted to meet their children as well, to see if their genes were visible.
Iris sighed and waited as Venin explained that their aggressive seductions had created mixed feelings about them in the population.
As she watched her man try to calm down the men of Admar who had taken the name Morin when they had been forced from their home, she smiled quietly.
They had a life of adventures looming in front of them and sorting out her family was only the start.
She might not like travelling for work, but hunting with Venin was an adventure she simply could not pass up. Her new adventure would begin today.
About the Author
Viola Grace was born in Manitoba, Canada where she still resides today. She really likes it there. She has no pets and can barely keep sea monkeys alive for a reasonable amount of time. In keeping with busy hands are happy hands, her hobbies have included cross-stitch, needlepoint, quilting, costuming, cake decorating, baking, cooking, metal work, beading, sculpting, painting, doll making, henna tattoos, chain mail, and a few others that have been forgotten. It is quite often that these hobbies make their way into her tales.
Viola’s fetishes include boots and corsetry, and her greatest weakness is her uncontrollable blush. Her writing actively pursues the Happily Ever After that so rarely occurs in nature. It is an admirable thing and something that we should all strive for. To find one that we truly like, as well as love.
