Eye of the Ocean Book 3 Ji'jin Station

Eye of the Ocean – Book 3: Ji’Jin Station
She didn't agree but only from a sense of fit when she read either one. “And
the blank scrolls?”
“Commander Oimit says the effect is the same as what the Overpriest found in
the rooms that in Cassa's reality had been occupied by her San.”
One advantage of Temple Net access. “The Phoenix herself then,” Mullaki said,
disturbed enough to indulge in repeating the obvious. Again she looked for
memories of her role in the woman's Initiation and was relieved not to find them.
Cayse's eyes turned to look at Clanny. Her tass'alt was kneeling next to
Ulanda, brushing a loosened strand of hair off her face. “It would be best if you
had him back off.”
“Why? She's not conscious.”
His tired blue eyes flashed then were just tired as quickly. “Suit yourself.”
Stiffly, he got to his feet, stretched and started walking. Would he end up with
Ulanda as Clanny had, Mullaki wondered.
Poss a'ltic stirred, eyes focusing on her. “Did you mean for the vass'lt to be
Lord Ritsiniti?”
The Net was blocked, at least the level she wanted. Tea, she'd had enough of.
And marveling that the Net even recognized her at all had very quickly worn off.
“Is it Anga's conclusion that I had?”
“Yes. In some fashion or other, all of the people who keep Temple ritualize the
relationship between vass'lt and Priest, and create a mythology to explain it. But
the Poultat take it further than most by using siblings of the opposite sex. We're
aware of the close tie between Ritsiniti and Ulanda, besides the freeborn Zimmer
coda concerning their relationship. All the major changes in the pulls have been
focused on you, this might be as well.”
“And Anga's selection of me?”
The Empress smiled, but her words were as cold. “Involving you was my
decision, not his. I'd dreamed of you.”
“Then you have your answer, if you'd only try thinking. This is your Empire,
you made the changes that made it what it is.”
“I dreamed about that too.” Poss a'ltic's eyes went to Clanny with a proprietary
look in them. The tass'alt looked up as though sensing her attention. He had
ignored her as much as he could past the polite exchanges necessary. Being close
to her visibly bothered him.
A'in touched Poss a'ltic's arm to distract her then ran his fingers to separate
the braid ends, dark sparks slowly rolling off the ends. A sign passed from him to
Clanny.
“Don't talk about dreams,” A'in said, speaking to Poss a'ltic. She shook her
head and looked away, ignoring him when he continued. “I feel like I'm about to
wake up and find that I was one.”
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