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at the
inside processing station.
    “What was that?” asked Mark.
    Jonal answered. “Exactly what it looked
like—an attack on the fem.”
    “Is everything under control?” Tonas asked.
“Has the building been searched and secured?”
    “I used only the crew of Brightstar to
organize the fem and search the hall,” Juraens said, face grim.
    “I will alert the Elders that it is safe for
their fem to be processed,” Mark added.
    “She should be processed first. Syn Sinclair
saved all of their asses today.”
    * * * *
    Moments later the Elders arrived with Syn,
Anya, and the cats. Anya went to stand beside Syn, who sat in a
chair at the head of the line, Nafer still clutching her hand.
    “Nafer, would you mind if I checked your
Mommie’s head to see if she is hurt?”
    “It’s not outside, it’s inside. I made her
sick when I mind-spoke. I should have let Poppie or Zadda speak to
her first.” Guilty golden eyes looked into light blue ones.
    “Do you think I made her fall?” he asked with
trepidation.
    “No, the fire made her fall. You probably
just shocked her with your mind speech. Sarran Warriors, even
little ones like you, seem to favor grand entrances.” Anya ran her
hands through Syn’s hair and examined her neck. “No bumps or lumps,
young man.”
    * * * *
    “Good to know.” Syn opened her eyes
languidly, taking a moment to re-orient herself. She closed them
immediately. Her head felt as if someone split it from her
shoulders with a pickaxe. A rather anxious young boy stood beside
her with his hand encircling hers. A name flashed across her
brain.
    ::You must be Naffie. Oh shit, I used mind
speech.::
    “Yes, I am Naffie and yes you used mind
speech. My fault…you are my new Mommie. What was that burning
stick? Did it hurt you? Was that why the fire started? Don’t worry
my—what’s that word—oh yes, the Daddies are here. Don’t be afraid.
Poppie didn’t know you at first, that’s because he needed Zadda to
see you, but I didn’t. I heard you from across the stars. You spoke
to me but you didn’t believe I was real. Your barriers were strong
because they are flexible, if I poked, they gave but did not open.
When we arrived I thought to use a pin. I poked and it popped. I
think I broke it.” Naffie was babbling.
    Syn attempted to lift her head.
    “I scared you, I think. Do you hurt?”
    “No,” she fibbed, “I’m just a bit shell
shocked.”
    “Shell shocked?”
    Syn answered his question with her eyes still
closed, her eyelashes fluttering along the top of her cheekbone.
The bright lights sent thunderbolts straight to her head. Her brain
processed the mother of all migraines. She squinted and tried to
peer at the child with one violet eye. “That means I am a bit
overset by all of the drama…Er…who are your Daddies?” She put her
hand up to her head. The boy grabbed her hand, and placed it at her
side. He continued to stroke her brow. The pain receded a bit.
    She winced, suddenly her head exploded with
voices. Unfortunately, as usual, Madeline Dixon-Howard’s projected
more than the others.
    “Look at that slut, drawing attention to
herself again…”
    Her head started to pound again ferociously,
like someone was repeatedly hitting her with a large hammer.
    Syn felt the lightest kiss on her cheek. She
watched as Nafer turned his face politely to Anya. “Princess Anya,”
he said formally, “would you take care of my Mommie for a mot?”
    “Of course, Nafer.”
    Syn attempted to get up. Instinctively, she
knew she should stop the boy. Her rather lame attempt at mobility
failed and Anya caught her and pushed her back into the chair
before she hit the ground for the third time. She saw Nafer walk
back to Madeline Dixon-Howard and kick her in the shin. Syn’s eyes
widened in shock.
    “You shut up and stop hurting my Mommie now , she saved your life!” he said loudly as he turned on
his heel and walked back over to Syn and Anya.
    Syn saw Anya suppress a giggle.