Create successful ePaper yourself
Turn your PDF publications into a flip-book with our unique Google optimized e-Paper software.
<strong>Eye</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>Ocean</strong> – <strong>Book</strong> 3: Ji’Jin <strong>Station</strong><br />
Torchlight was still in his eyes, but it didn’t flicker on <strong>the</strong> stone and <strong>the</strong> air was<br />
dead with a flat taste to it. He thought <strong>the</strong> drum had paused and <strong>the</strong> dancers only<br />
waiting for <strong>the</strong> next step, but <strong>the</strong>y weren't just stopped but suspended.<br />
Everything was still. Only his mind required <strong>the</strong> time to see <strong>the</strong> change, Rit<br />
thought. He was like <strong>the</strong> air again, everywhere.<br />
He took a breath and felt time start with a cruel snap, <strong>the</strong> air still being drawn<br />
in, it wouldn't stop, he was caught in a hurricane vortex.<br />
A single sensation and he pushed his mind towards that. Moisture running in<br />
<strong>the</strong> hollows <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> fea<strong>the</strong>rs, a feeling like standing face up to <strong>the</strong> rain, he shed<br />
rain with each stroke <strong>of</strong> his wings. The bird shook as though to dislodge his mind.<br />
“Rit?” Alicia's voice, her hand again, she sounded worried.<br />
He felt distant, or <strong>the</strong> conference room was. Did Rilla see it like that, he<br />
wondered, with her eye scales extended? “High Commander,” he said, pushing<br />
<strong>the</strong> translation into native E'kalt, hearing his words go past his ability to hear.<br />
Ano<strong>the</strong>r strange focus. “You might ask Oimit to take you hunting. For luck, I<br />
think.”<br />
Oimit? He hadn’t been given <strong>the</strong> names <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> two Zimmer. Dizzy, he closed<br />
his eyes. The mirsasitin screamed. “My apologies,” he said, his voice shaking.<br />
Bleeding into <strong>the</strong>ir active Net again. Could he blame this on Ulanda? Would <strong>the</strong><br />
ti'Linn Priest accept <strong>the</strong> explanation? The Ekalt Salin?<br />
Alicia's grip on him had tightened, but her mind was in <strong>the</strong> Net link's security<br />
levels, Kori with her. Kori stayed in, a refuge, he thought, but Alicia came out<br />
with a wince and an embarrassed smile that promised he wouldn't be allowed to<br />
forget this easily. Ulanda appeared unaffected, looking at him calmly down her<br />
thin nose, her eyes like stones. Niv stood in back <strong>of</strong> her, his teeth bared.<br />
“A novel addition to <strong>the</strong> Change phoenix myth.” The words were spoken in<br />
plain tongue. The freeborn Zimmer next to Rilla. Thin white fingers were picking<br />
<strong>the</strong> rings <strong>of</strong>f <strong>the</strong> table one at a time. The silk bag was open in his lap.<br />
Narrow gray-blue eyes looked up from <strong>the</strong> task, looking to Cion first and Rit<br />
followed. Four House marks had been drawn along <strong>the</strong> left side <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> paper in<br />
various colored inks, and in <strong>the</strong> center but in black, ano<strong>the</strong>r drawing to form a<br />
curving line. The Scribe First regarded it calmly, his brush poised over where <strong>the</strong><br />
tip had lifted to create <strong>the</strong> last <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> spread fingers <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> wing. Then he passed<br />
<strong>the</strong> used brush to Cici, accepting a clean one in return and assumed a waiting<br />
position with his hands.<br />
The Zimmer's nostrils flared <strong>the</strong>n pressed shut as though to a bad smell. “The<br />
High Commander limited my role here to that <strong>of</strong> an observer, although I'm hardly<br />
a disinterested spectator <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>se proceedings. I only speak now because I have<br />
some experience with Strom abilities and <strong>the</strong> creative manner in which <strong>the</strong>y can<br />
be put to use. The Commander likely has none. A Priest <strong>of</strong> Bluestone Clan blood,<br />
Laurel Hickey www.2morrow.bc.ca