Eye of the Ocean Book 3 Ji'jin Station

Eye of the Ocean – Book 3: Ji’Jin Station
Catching the same, Eunni actually ducked and then quickly backed out of the
Net. “Ouch,” she said, wincing.
“Cream glaze,” Hic'lic said in plain-tongue and scurried up the remaining stairs.
“A celebration. Do it, do it.”
“You do just that,” Eunni said. Then added more in trade-Wa'tic. “Three lines.”
It stopped as though frozen and turned to look at her. Then it bobbed once and
was gone.
Rit rubbed his nose with the back of his hand, smelling the lizard he still held,
a scent not unlike the bark of the ni'at tree. “That meant something, I hope.”
“Kori deserves it,” she said cryptically. “The Zimmer burn their prayers but the
Wa'tic eat them.” He didn't bother asking the Net when she didn't offer more,
content to be ignorant of some things.
She took his arm with hers and started walking. The Net pull came with them.
“What do we do with ours?” she added when they had reached the commons.
“Hmm?” He was running down a side shoot in the security grid. Bolda. He was
outside of their suite.
An answer came from Kori to the question he hadn't asked. “He's in Downside
Port, a pub next to the Third Petal Speakerhouse. There's no problem.”
“Rit?” Eunni asked.
No problem except that Bolda was currently being pinned down by an out-ofuniform
Station security agent. Three beer down so far and Rit would put his
money on Bolda. “What?” he asked, suddenly realizing that Eunni had asked him
a question.
“Prayers.”
He had to backtrack. “Here or back home?” he asked to stall her.
She smiled. “Back home, we swallowed them whole, making them totally
indigestible. Out they'd plop, much the same as when they started.”
“That's revolting.” He released the tiny lizard onto the main trunk of the ni'at
tree.
Eunni watched. “I know,” she said, sounding pleased with herself. “And don't
worry about Bolda. He's probably just sightseeing.”
The lizard moved about a foot up the tree then stopped. He tapped close
behind to scare it, and it darted upwards and was lost in the foliage a moment
later. “I had no intention of worrying about him.”
“Glad to hear it.”
Niv was in the bathhouse when they got there, sitting cross-legged at the edge
of the pool and wearing a terry wrap around his waist. Rit hadn't thought to check
if anyone else was using the bath.
“You worry needlessly,” Niv said as he got to his feet. For a moment, Rit
thought that he was referring to Bolda as well, but he continued, “She will be as
bored with this game as she is with the one in the common.”
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