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Bound by Love First Part The Council at Braunschweig

Trevor has saved Janna from his father. Janna admits her love for Trevor and her willingness to live in his world.


Love Honor and Respect to all.


The Dimidiums last part of Chapter Thirteen

Janna hadn’t seen or heard from Trevor for a long time. When he did phone, he informed her that Stefan was going to hold a court and make his final judgement on her. Trevor would pick her up and take her to the office.

Rather than you having to chase the story on Wattpad, here is the last part of the chapter:

At 8 a.m. Janna sat on the porch wearing the same dress she’d worn when she last saw Trevor, the yellow dress with a smiling sun embroidered on it. Her hair, now longer to honor his request to let it grow, held a clipped sunflower to control the loose strands. And she wore the necklace she had recently bought in Las Vegas.
She waited nervously. Somehow, she needed to get him to realize how much she loved him, and she intended to convince Stefan that she and Trevor belonged together, that she’d never hurt his son again. Whatever Stefan decided, she wouldn’t disagree, no matter the punishment.
Trevor pulled up in the Cadillac XTS. He went to the passenger side and opened the door for her and waited. He watched her walk to the car and he wanted to grab her into an embrace and never let her go, but that wasn’t going to happen. Once she got in, he drove to the freeway.
“How’ve you been?” she asked furtively.
“The same.” He looked her over yearningly. “You’re lovely in that dress.”
“I wore it for you. I’ll do whatever you want if you’ll keep me,” she said.
Trevor said nothing.
“I didn’t mean to call you a freak,” she blurted out. “I was upset. Just forgive me and give me another chance. You said that you can’t live without me, but I can’t go on without you. It’s like you told me. Our binding makes me miss you so much. I want you, Trevor. I love you, and I ache for you.”
He didn’t respond. They drove in silence and eventually she napped, waking occasionally then nodding off again. She woke when they arrived at the office.
“Stefan is holding a court. I’m not permitted. He’s sending me on an errand to pick up a prisoner.” Trevor’s jaw was set tight. “I have no say in this. Understand that.”
She took his hand and he gripped hers tightly.
“I love you, my husband,” she said.
He kept his gaze away from her. “As I do you, my wife.” He swallowed hard. He hadn’t been sure after the last time that he saw her that she really loved him, and he still wasn’t sure that he could believe her now.
They took the elevator to the fifth floor and he left her there, taking the stairs back down. Two guards signaled her to follow. They entered a padded room that held a single table with cuffs for the neck, wrists, and ankles. A doctor stood nearby, and she realized there was no court, that Stefan already selected her punishment.
When Trevor reached the main level, Lainie was waiting. They took the elevator to the basement then hurried up the back stairs to a door on the fifth floor and listened quietly.
“This is where you’ll be executed,” said Stefan flatly to Janna. He sat behind a small desk and motioned to the guards. A burly one picked her up and laid her on the table and the other strapped her in.
“It’s goodthat you don’t fight,” said Stefan. “It’ll be over sooner this way.”
“I won’t shame my husband again or cause anymore dishonor to Karla, Trinity, and Ulrich. You, I don’t care about. I think you’re a hateful man and nothing I’d ever do would please you anyway because I’m one of those despicable humans. I know you don’t trust me, but I’m sorry for the trouble I’ve caused.”
He released the guards, but the larger one refused to move.
“Topu, you may leave,” Stefan ordered in a stern voice.
“One witness is required.” Topu stood his ground.
“You’re correct, of course, but this time I’m instructing you to leave.”
“We, that is, all the guards stationed here are under orders by High Council Member Karla Dittmar. If the wife of Trevor Dittmar were to be brought in for punishment, one of us must remain as witness then immediately inform the High Council Member of your verdict.”
Janna could feel the tension. She realized that Karla made this order to ensure that Stefan couldn’t hurt or kill her.
Stefan didn’t reply, but his anger was obvious. He gave himself a moment to calm down before speaking to her. “Your choices are to die or be changed. Do you have a preference?”
“I prefer to live my life with my Halbling husband Trevor Dittmar, whom I love with all my heart, exactly as I am, as a human because he accepts me and loves me and I’m lucky to be loved by him.”
Outside the door, Trevor closed his eyes in agony. Lainie patted his back.
“You have no trouble saying what you think, do you?” asked Stefan. “You should be pleading with me.”
“Why? It wouldn’t make any difference.”
“You broke our law. You hurt my son. You disgraced our family.” Stefan shuffled papers and started writing on a blank form. “Karla has forbidden me to kill you, but if you chose it, she wouldn’t be able to interfere. Trevor, my other children, Ina, and even Lainie have begged me to forgive you. This has been difficult on all of us. It would make it easier for me if you picked death. Then we could find my son an appropriate wife.” He motioned for the doctor. “Use the other one first.”
The doctor set down a needle with a tube attached and readied a different IV.
“You can scream, if you wish,” said Stefan. “The room is soundproof.”
“And your ego would love that. I won’t give you the satisfaction nor will I shame my husband.”
Trevor had his hand on the doorknob, ready to burst in, but Lainie stopped him.
Without saying another word to Janna, Stefan picked up the paperwork. He motioned to Topu, but the guard didn’t move. “I’m not the one who’s going to hurt her, am I?” asked Stefan. He left and the guard reluctantly followed after him.
The doctor started the IV. “What’s in this?” She asked, afraid.
“It’s to put you to sleep so when I start the IV to transform you, you won’t feel the pain.”
“No, wait. You can’t do this. Stefan can’t do this. It’ll kill me. It’ll kill Trevor.”
“Stefan has been ordered not to hurt you, and so he’s not touching you. This will take about 20 minutes for you to fully be out and then I’ll be back.”
Janna could feel the medicine moving through her. Her limbs relaxed. Please, Trevor, I beg you, find me before it’s too late.
The doctor waited until her eyes slowly closed before he too left.
She didn’t know how long she’d been out, but she couldn’t fully awake. She could feel the liquid still coursing into her veins, but she also heard hurried whispers; a woman’s voice first. “Come on. We have to work quickly. It’s a good thing I knew about this back door.”
“I’m cutting as fast as I can. These straps are thick. How did you discover this door anyway?” Was that Trevor’s voice?
“I’m nosy. What can I say? When I first got assigned here, I checked out every drawer, door, and closet.” Lainie?
Someone ripped the IV from her arm and smacked her face. “Wake up,” whispered the female voice.
Janna blinked into the blurry face of Lainie.
“She’s waking. Hurry, you dork. Good thing today’s my day off.”
“You should get out of here. If he finds out you helped, he’ll punish you.”
“I know, and worse than what he ever gives you, his favorite. It’s not like I haven’t been in trouble before. She wears the prettiest clothes.”
“I got this for her. The first time I saw her, she wore a yellow top. It was like she was this bright sun beckoning me to her. I was so aroused.” Trevor brushed his hand against Janna’s cheek, down her throat, and across her chest. “I never wanted a woman more. After she met with Stefan that first time, I knew what was coming. I bought her clothes and packed them with mine and Ulrich stashed it on Karla’s jet. It was only a matter of time.
Trevor continued, “I’d planned to propose. I’d hoped that Stefan would accept that commitment and give us more time. Neither of us wanted marriage yet. We’d both been hurt from previous relationships. I even arranged to give her a human wedding. Ulrich was researching all the details for me. I tried many times to explain myself to her, but I couldn’t let her find out I was a Halbling and a killer. If I had, maybe she wouldn’t find me repulsive. I lost her anyway.”
“You haven’t lost her, you idiot. She loves you. How many times do I have to tell you that? You’re so insecure about her love. You should have seen her when I visited. She misses you badly, it broke my heart. She wept, Trevor, for you. You two are meant for each other. Humans are afraid of any species stronger and smarter than they are. And vampires terrify them. Keep in mind that I lived in a human community. There’s all these dumb legends out there. But don’t you ever doubt that she loves you. She’ll get over the shock and the revulsion. She’s the sort of person that needs time to accept things. Aren’t you done yet? The great Shaolin master can’t cut through straps?”
“How come your human friends aren’t afraid of you? You’re not aging like they are.”
“Humans move around a lot, so the new neighbors just see me as I am without question. My friends from my childhood, I had to let go of them, but I make new friends easily. It’s husbands that evade me.”
“You understand my assignment? Are you sure they won’t tell on us?” Trevor murmured.
“Unlike you, I make friends everywhere, not enemies. Everyone likes me. What do you think is in this tube with a needle attached?”
He hissed. “It looks like changing serum, but I can’t be sure. Normally, it’s administered from a vial and the human drinks it. Stefan was going to have it injected in her, then it would have been too late to stop the treatment, and she would have died from an overdose. I got the last strap finally.” He and Lainie helped her to sit up. Janna was dizzy and weak and placed her head on his shoulder.
“What was the doctor giving her?” asked Lainie.
“Something to make her sleep.”
“Why? You don’t think that Stefan was really going to change her?”
“What does it matter? I wouldn’t have let him do anything to her. I’ve already called Karla. Help me get her out the back way.”
They lifted her off the table and then he picked Janna up and carried her down the stairs and out a back door while Lainie kept watch.
The fresh air felt good and Janna breathed it in deeply. Lainie opened a car door and Trevor laid Janna carefully on the floor. He covered her with a blanket. “Don’t move.”
“Get going.” Lainie hurried away to another car. “If you need anything else, call me. Just get her somewhere safe.”
“He’s going to find out, Lainie.”
“Go. Just go, you stupid dork!”
He jumped in and drove to the gates. The guard opened them and Trevor revved the jeep out into traffic. That was the last thing Janna remembered before she fell back asleep.

The Dimidiums Chapter Twelve The Broken Rule Final Part

I’ve just posted this chapter on Wattpad. Trevor has taken Janna to safety before his father Stefan can arrest her for breaking an important Dimidium rule and for running away from his son on their honeymoon. Trevor has just informed Janna that he has chosen to leave her alone for months.


Betrayed Chapter Seventeen Last Part Gardash

As a treat for all of you today, I’m going to publish the last part of Chapter Seventeen right here.

Aubrey is still staying with Gardash while Rahzahn is gone. He’s taken her back to Rahzahn’s farm so she can work, but Aubrey’s still ill. The doctor Fryebye is sent for and he discovers that Aubrey is about to change the fate of all Yardanians.

Throughout the days and evenings, Gardash continued to explain their simple lives on Yardania; how they had been bred to work and that it was in their blood to keep busy. Even their children worked from young ages.
“Palain never seemed to want to do anything,” I said one night.
“Rahzahn’s daughter was a difficult child indeed. There have been other children like her. Eventually they conform, but I think because we came here, she didn’t receive the social pressure to join any work force. Rahzahn was mourning the loss of his wife and son, and didn’t have the emotional energy to deal with that girl. You stumbled into his life at the exact moment he needed you.”
“What do you mean?”
“She kept disappearing every day. Of course, now we know she was with Zake. The day you showed up, Rahzahn was headed to Zake’s to confront him. He didn’t know for sure that’s where she was, but he was going to find out. Then he saw you crawling across his land towards Zake’s land. Zake isn’t a nice person. He’s violent and dangerous. Those of us coming here voted on whether he should be allowed in our community, but no other community wanted him and he had defended the queen when she ran for Rahzahn’s ship. When Rahzahn saw you going towards Zake, he grabbed you. If you would have touched his land, you would have belonged to him. We won’t allow Zake to own drudges here, so you probably would have been sold at auction.”
“I’m glad Rahzahn found me too.”
“You filled a deep loneliness that he had. Suddenly, he had to take care of someone again, watch over someone. We all saw the difference in him. He was content. You’re pretty and gentle, different from what we gather from many worlds. They’re usually the criminals and we…rehabilitate them, so you were refreshing for him. You’re certainly different from what your country gives us.”
“He’s good to me and patient.”
“You should have seen him when you ran away. He was in a panic. You hurt him badly. He didn’t want to punish you, but he had no choice. How would he look if he didn’t? Naerian would have been required to appoint a punisher. Hanging you in the barn really wasn’t as bad as what we usually do to runaways.”
“It was mean,” I whispered.
“He spoils you, so you think you didn’t deserve it. I came by in the afternoon and he was drinking heavily already, hiding in the house, trying to block out your screams. I got him outside and we worked his fields. He didn’t think I saw, but he kept glancing over at the barn, and he flinched with each of your cries, so I spent the night with him. We drank and talked most of the night and he admitted he cares for you. I told him he needed to be stricter, but he had lost his family, and he lost his daughter to Zake. Perhaps if I’d found you, I’d feel the same way he does, but I couldn’t understand his weakness towards you at first. I do now. You’re indeed tantalizing and an adorable female alien, soft and pretty and gentle with a lovely voice.”
My first week with Gardash was coming to an end. We’d been at the farm three days now, and he learned to trust that I wouldn’t leave the property. As long as I did my work, he left me pretty much alone.
At the end of that first week, Gardash had gone in the barn in the afternoon. I figured he was reporting to Rahzahn. I was upstairs cleaning the bathroom when I heard a strange high pitched squeal that was coming from the road to the house. I rushed to my room and looked out the window to see Rahzahn’s daughter running for our home, covering her stomach, and her husband Zake on her heels striking her with a hoe. Her arms, back, and legs were bleeding.
I hurried out to the stoop in the hopes of pulling her inside. I held my hand out for her and screamed for Gardash. She was reaching for me when Zake struck her hard on the side of her head, creating a huge gash where blood gushed out. I heard her skull crack and I screamed. She fell on her knees in front of me.
“Take care of him,” she begged, pulling a small fuzzy thing out of a furry pouch from inside her bibbed shorts. She held it shakily to me. I reached down and accepted the object, and Rahzahn’s daughter fell dead at my feet. I cried out again for Gardash.
Zake swung the hoe at me, but suddenly he flew backwards. Gardash had grabbed him and thrown him and now stood between the two of us. Taking the hoe from Zake, he slashed at Zake over and over until Zake dropped to the ground and quaked.
“Why didn’t you kill him?” I asked.
“He must go before the queen.”
“He killed Rahzahn’s daughter. He killed Palain.”
“Zake was never a good person.”
“What’s this tiny fuzzy thing she handed me?” It moved sluggishly in my hands and resembled a black hamster. It had a tiny pink nose with small beaded eyes and pink stubs where hands and feet should be.
Gardash looked at the bundle and closed his eyes in sorrow. “Her baby son.”
I stared at him, shocked.
“This isn’t good.” He explained. “The infant isn’t ready to live outside of her pouch. He’s too young.”
“Can we put him back in?”
“Palain’s dead. The pouch is wilting with her body.”
“What do we do?”
“We kill him.”
“No! This is Rahzahn’s grandson. I’ll save it.”
“He won’t live. He’s suffering already.” Gardash gently stroked the tiny infant.
I watched the little boy struggle for a breath, his tiny mouth working like a fish out of water. “Don’t die. Please don’t die. How do I take care of it?” I held the infant out to Gardash, but before he could answer, the baby wheezed and quit moving, its tiny mouth hanging open. And I cried.
“He’s gone.” Gardash shook his head sadly. “How unfortunate is this moment.” He took the little body gently from me. I could see the pain in Gardash’s eyes at the needless loss of the infant’s life.
I ran upstairs to the bathroom and retched. When I pulled myself together, I could smell fire and a horrible stench. I looked out the window and guards were in our yard. Two were dragging Zake away. The others stood around the fire with Gardash and watched what was left of Rahzahn’s daughter Palain with her baby on her chest burn to ashes. I hurled repeatedly.
Gardash had come upstairs into the bathroom. “Why are you doing that?”
“I’m sick.”
“Are you better after throwing out your food?”
I laughed weakly. “Nowhere near. Why did you burn the bodies?”
“It’s our custom to honor the dead and allow them safe travel to the Other Side. Don’t you do the same?”
“Some prefer cremation, but they’re put in containers. Most are buried in the ground.”
“It’s disrespectful and confining. How can they travel to our perfect world if they’re trapped in something? Go back to work.”
“I can’t work today.” I got up, but fainted.
I woke in my bed, quite ill.
“Are you better now?”
I turned towards my doorway. Gardash was watching me, worried. I shook my head no.
“Do you need food?”
“That’s the last thing I need.”
“What do you need?”
“To stay in bed today.” I rubbed my stomach and grimaced. “Tell me about how you have babies.”
“Our women grow a pouch on the outside of their bodies, about here.” He pointed to his abdomen. “It’s like our skin, short hairs inside and out. It keeps the fetus warm and they feel comforted in it. A tube connects to the fetus from inside the mother’s stomach and some of the food she consumes is processed in a certain way and follows the tube to the fetus’ stomach. After four months, the tube disconnects and the top of the pouch opens. We call it the birth, but the baby must stay in the pouch for up to six months because they’re small and weak and unable to survive without it. We take them out for brief periods to feed and love them, slowly getting them used to life on their own.”
“Palain’s baby was teeny. Was there something wrong with him?”
Gardash smiled. “We’re born that small. Remember, the mother has to carry them. They grow fast once they can live outside of the pouch.”
“We grow ours in here.” I pointed to my uterus. “Our babies are nurtured inside of us for about nine months.”
“What a long time for your babies to develop. How do they breathe?”
“The fetus gets what he needs from the mother. We have a tube-like thing that takes care of feeding and such, probably not much different than yours. Our stomachs stretch out to accommodate the fetus. I was about this big with my son before I delivered.” I indicated with my hands.
“What a huge baby.”
“In a normal delivery, the baby weighs around seven pounds, but they can weigh more.”
“And your women carry such heavy things inside them for almost a year?”
“I carried two, my son and my daughter. Jaden weighed just over eight pounds while my daughter Violet, when she was born, weighed just over six pounds. She came a little early.”
“How do they get out?”
Okay. A little embarrassing to explain. “Same place where you’d, you know, when you’re having sex.” I pointed.
This surprised Gardash. “Human females are that big there?”
“It stretches as the baby pushes out.”
“Then you put them in a pouch?”
“They don’t need one. We swaddle them with blankets and feed and love them.”
Gardash thought about this then nodded and went back downstairs.
I wasn’t any better the next day or the next. I couldn’t even keep water down. By evening I asked Gardash to phone Fryebye.
When Fryebye arrived, he examined me. “Did the stomach pill or anti-anxiety pills help with your stomach?”
“No. Maybe I have food poison,” I mumbled. But when he touched my stomach, Fryebye stiffened.
Gardash was watching from my doorway. When he saw Fryebye’s reaction, he leaned in.
“Fryebye?” I felt around my stomach and abdomen and found a small lump almost centered. I looked at him in fear. “What is it? What’s wrong with me? It’s a cancerous tumor, isn’t it? Am I going to die?”
Gardash looked at Fryebye, concerned. “Is she going to die?”
He turned to Gardash. “This is a serious human problem. I must examine her in detail to be sure, and I don’t think Rahzahn will want you to observe this part. Go downstairs and give us some privacy. This should take maybe twenty minutes.” The doctor shut my door and waited until he heard Gardash clomp down the stairs. “You’re not going to die. It’s something unexpected.” He waited for me to understand.
And then I realized what was wrong. “It can’t be. That’s impossible,” I muttered as I carefully rubbed the lump.

Defining Characters Dragons Continued

What if you as a writer wanted to develop an entire world of dragons? How would you go about it? The name of the planet came to me easy enough – Aberforth, and an epic poem began, but also a story developed.

On Earth there are many different types of people and many species of animals. Wouldn’t it be the same elsewhere? To get inspiration, I combed the internet for dragon images. Then, as my imagination went into drive, I developed a variety of dragons and their personalities.

My favorite dragon is the Klimbanan-Swimman, a smaller brown dragon with dark brown rings around him and white tufts of fur on his head. Klimbanan-Swimman means climber-swimmer and they’re very agile, swift, and highly intelligent.

In The Lone Hero, I introduced readers to Shuma, his mate Tsama, and Zeemsa.

LONE HERO - 2000

In Laurence of Dragon Fame, I’m introducing two of Shuma’s grandchildren, Tsazo and Tzuzutz.

Klimbanan-Swimman have certain characteristics. For one thing, they don’t think humans are very intelligent.

Here is when Pietro meets Tsazo and Tzuzutz:

“I’ll send a runner to you if I do,” said Pietro.

“His runner is heading your way,” said Zavat.

Pietro smirked. “You don’t hide communing with your long lost relative so well. What’s the problem?”

Tsazo peeked his head in from the doorway.

“Mio Dio, it’s the same lizard from the desert and the mountains.”

“No need to be afraid, superstitious dumb-dumb,” said Tsazo. “Hut-dwellers are slow thinkers, I know. I’m not a lizard, dim-witted biped, I’m a dragon.”

Pietro chuckled. “He talks too? He insults me while being nice? Is this true that he’s a dragon?”

Tsazo scurried onto the bed and under the covers. “How are your legs?” He scampered up and down them while he pushed and nipped. He pulled and pushed on Pietro’s toes. “Do you feel this? Does it hurt? What about now?”

“What are you doing, little one? Get out of my covers.” Pietro tugged on him and Tsazo re-appeared and sat on Pietro’s chest.

“You’re heavy for a lizard.”

“I’m not a lizard, slow-minded hut-dweller.” He leaned and patted Pietro’s cheek. “Nice human. Nice boy. Good nipper. I’ll explain in simple terms so you understand. There are many kinds of dragons.”

Laurence explained. “This dragon’s a Klimbanan-Swimman and he’s young. It means climber-and-swimmer because they’re good at both. They’re small, agile, and clever and they think humans are dimwitted.”

“I understand that point already,” said Pietro.

“I’m to be your runner.” Tsazo proudly pointed to his chest, “and in case you need two, my younger sister will help.” Tsazo called out, “Tzuzutz.”

A smaller brown dragon crept around the doorframe. She had several tufts of white hair about her head, more than most Klimbanan-Swimmans, and tiny dark brown rings about her body.

“This is my sister, Tzuzutz. I call her Fuzzy because of the furry bunches on her head. She came to meet the Lone Hero.”

“What’s a lone hero?” asked Pietro.

“Why, the famous hut-dweller, the dragons’ greatest hero, of course, and a biped even.” Tsazo pointed at Laurence.

Tzuzutz walked to Laurence and bowed respectfully. She swayed as she spoke timidly. “Mi patér and mi grand-parents talk often of you, Lone Hero. Tsazo and I go to your burial chambers regularly. We help keep it clean with Zeemsa. I read your legends all the time and listen to Zeemsa’s stories about you.” She shyly put her claw in her mouth and shuffled her feet.

Laurence knelt on one knee and patted his other knee. Tzuzutz jumped up and sat down. He took her paw and kissed it and she giggled.

“Ooh, curls.” She fluffed his hair. “Lots of them.”

He removed her claws from his locks and kissed her paw again. She tittered. “I’m not permitted to remember much about my past life, but I’ll say this. Both of you resemble your grand-parents, whom I remember well and love, and I’m glad you keep the fortress clean.”

“Very clean,” she said, nodding yes.

“Very clean,” repeated Laurence with a smile.

Tzuzutz cupped a hand near her mouth. “Tsazo helps because of Zeemsa. Whenever he’s near her he looks like this.” She clasped her hands to her chest, leaned in towards Laurence, opened her eyes wide, fluttered her lashes, and sighed.

“I do not,” said Tsazo, embarrassed.

“Do too,” she replied. “You favor Zeemsa.”

“H’m,” said Laurence. “Zeemsa’s like a daughter, er, dhugheter to me. Maybe I should be concerned.”

Tzuzutz giggled and jumped off his knee. She ran around the walls and up onto the bed then settled down next to héré bhrater who nipped at her.

“You love these dragons, I see this. They adore you and you’re a hero to them because you’re saving them?” asked Pietro.

“Because he’s—”

Tsazo interrupted his sister. “No, Tzuzutz. Lord Zavat doesn’t allow us to say.” He bit her.

“Ow. I know, but I want to tell the poor sickly human. Our stories might cheer him. Laurence was the Lone―”

Tsazo bit harder.

“No biting in my bedroom,” warned Pietro.

“That’s how Klimbanan-Swimmans train each other,” said Laurence.

“Not in my room. Taddeo was a biter. I still bear marks. So, your horse has a name and a title. Lord Zavat. Does it mean anything?”

“It means big troublemaker,” replied Laurence.

Tsazo and Tzuzutz doubled over while they emitted their high pitched squeals of laughter and Zavat whinnied.

Pietro scrutinized his cousin then turned to his two guests. “I’ll allow you to visit and to be runners, but you mustn’t let anyone see or hear you. When we’re alone at night, I’ll tell you stories about me and you whisper your secrets to me.”

Both Klimbanan-Swimmans looked at Laurence, who shook his head ‘no.’

“We’ll see,” said Pietro.

“We’ll see,” agreed Tzuzutz. “Can we have warm fires every night?” She tucked his blankets tighter around him.

“You’re my guests, so of course.”

“And fruits and nuts?” asked Tsazo.

“As much as you want, if you don’t bite.”

“We’d never bite you hard,” said Tsazo. Tzuzutz agreed.

“They’ll keep me good company and I may learn some little known facts about you, Cousin,” said Pietro.

Laurence gave the Klimbanan-Swimmans a warning look.


Will they tell too much? It’s in their nature to talk alot.


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Love, Honor, and Respect to all.