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StarDrifter was not feeling happy about the situation at all, but there was nothing he could, or
wanted, to do. Zenith had to take her own time in learning to accept her love for him, or there would be
no future time for the two of them at all.
The shared strolls through Sanctuary's soft daytime were bad, but there was nothing as bad as the
long velvet nights adrift in his lonely bed knowing that Zenith had been born to share it, but knowing also
she refused to do so ... because ...
... because she found his touch repulsive! StarDrifter shivered in utter panic. How could he ever shift
from grandfather to lover in her mind?
"StarDrifter?" Zenith said, and StarDrifter jumped.
"Hmmm?"
"Look, we approach Sanctuary's answer to the Avarinheim. I wonder which Avar Clan we will
encounter first? The JeppelSand Clan were here yesterday ..."
StarDrifter truly didn't care, but he tried his best to summon an outward semblance of interest. They
were within a hundred paces of a dark forest, and yet StarDrifter knew that on entering that forested
darkness, they would find only space and light and music, just like the original Avarinheim.
And no doubt some Clan that both Faraday and Zenith would insist on sitting down with and sharing
some in-depth conversation about the preparation of malfari bread, or some such.
 Women! Didn't they understand that there were other pleasures to pursue?
But now Faraday was pulling back a little.
"I don't know," she said, and both StarDrifter and Zenith halted and regarded her.
"Faraday," Zenith said, and reached out her hand to hold one of Faraday's. "Isfrael is generally deep
within the forest, and even if he isn't, he is hardly likely to linger about and disturb our morning."
Faraday did not answer, staring at the forest and chewing her lip. She loved chatting to the Avar,
and they just as obviously enjoyed her visits, but the occasional meeting with Isfrael, even the glimmer of
his hostile eyes behind the shadowy overhang of a branch, tended to send chills trampling up and down
her spine.
"Perhaps you and StarDrifter should go on," she said, and StarDrifter's entire countenance
brightened.
"Perhaps that's best!" he said, and took Zenith's hand to lead her away. "Zenith, Faraday obviously
doesn't want to —"
"Faraday! Zenith! StarDrifter!"
They all turned and looked back down the path.
Azhure was walking quickly — and yet with such lithe grace that StarDrifter's breath caught slightly
in his throat — towards them.
She smiled with exquisite loveliness as she reached them, and now StarDrifter's breath caught
completely, not so much for Azhure's beauty, as alluring as it was, but for the resemblance to Zenith's
smile on her face.
"Faraday," Azhure said softly. "Drago... DragonStar has returned."
Faraday's face paled completely, and her green eyes widened. She let go of Zenith's hand, and
looked past Azhure towards the distant palace complex. An expression akin to panic flooded her face.
"Go to him," Azhure said softly. "Axis and I have talked to him, and now, perchance it is your time."
Faraday's eyes focused back on Azhure. "You talked ...?"
"Faraday, go to him."
Faraday looked once more at the distant palace. She and Azhure had talked at length in the days
that Drago (why did Azhure call him DragonStar?) had remained above in Tencendor. At first, Faraday
had wanted to talk Azhure into accepting her son back into her love, but had found it not necessary.
Azhure had been won over the instant Drago had looked at her with unhindered love in that dank
basement chamber in Star Finger. Instead, Faraday had found herself being lectured by Azhure on
accepting her own love for Drago.
She and the Mother must somehow be in cohorts, Faraday had thought at the time.