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pledged.
Wrenna where did you learn to do that? he demanded between groans as she
teased the sensitive area just below the dark plum-shaped head.
When we girls turn sixteen, Mama teaches us all about what she calls the good
stuff . She laughed when she saw his shocked look. Well, what did you think? We
practiced on cucazhas. With one finger, she gently spread the drop of fluid that welled
up before taking him again with her hot, wet mouth. That tried his self-control past all
endurance. Throbbing wildly, he suddenly spilled onto her eager tongue. Lovingly she
swabbed him clean. Pulling her against him, he rolled with her until she was snug
against him spoon fashion.
Your papa must be a very happy man. Nudging her legs open, he found the
slippery opening of her pussy, teasing her for a moment, with busy fingers. She rocked
frantically against him and when she unraveled almost immediately against his damp
fingers he decided that the oath-binding wasn t going to be nearly soon enough. I m
looking forward to being a real happy man too, if I live that long! he murmured softly
as he waited for her shudders to die away. He couldn t wait until they could spend
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hours playing with each other and making love. When she was quiet at last, he pulled
her closer. Go to sleep, baby.
Trav, what kind of life did you have out there? What was it like? What was your
family like?
His heart stopped beating for a moment. Then as honestly as he could, he talked
about his life, about the people he had killed, about the murders of his family, about the
ugly things he had done in the name of democracy for his country. He laid his life bare
for her, trusting her with his heart. When he quit speaking at last, she kissed him
lingeringly.
Traveller, she said tenderly, I love you with all my heart. You are a good, loving,
unselfish man. Whatever you did out there is past. Let it go. You need travel no more.
Then held secure in his arms, she slept.
* * * * *
Once the weather cleared, Traveller didn t see Wrenna more than a few snatched
moments after dinner each evening. By then, very little discussion ensued as they spent
most of their time trying to find new ways to make each other come. In the sane light of
day, he had time to wonder why no one seemed to care that they were making out
naked, hot and heavy in his room with the door closed but by the time she showed up
in the evening, they were so hungry for each other that discretion was the last thing on
their minds.
Every day as his recovery progressed his loneliness and frustration grew. Boredom
and too much time to worry about his place in this strange valley placed him on a
collision course with good sense. It seemed that all of his companions disappeared at
once. Arano, who had been a frequent visitor, was in seclusion with Silence. Arturo,
Tyger and Bishop had abruptly departed with Dai with no warning to spend some time
at Dai s Retreat. Jade was feeling the draining effects of early pregnancy with twins.
Wolfe had gone to Rebaccah s Promise to begin training with Henry.
And Llyon was staunching the overflow of too many responsibilities with too few
hands. The most recent responsibility added to his list was training Hawke and Robyn
to cook. Food preparation for twenty more or less was still a huge undertaking.
After he was sure that dinner preparations were well underway, Llyon stopped in
Trav s room to check on his progress. Trav was sitting up, with his legs hanging over
the sides of his gently swinging bed, attempting to get down. Where are you off to?
Llyon inquired. Didn t we tell you to always ask for help?
Trav scowled. Wrenna s doing something with pots. Everyone else is busy. I
thought I would be really careful just this once. He sighed. I am so tired of being in
this bed!
Well, you re not going to try tonight, Llyon replied absently, intent on searching
out something under his shera. In a moment, he pulled a wriggling gray firka from the
soft folds, muttering, How many times have I told you that the hair on my chest is
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attached and therefore not the best material for nesting? The firka cocked its head to
one side as though in serious thought, before diving back under his shera. Llyon sighed.
No matter how many times I remind her, she still forgets.
Trav laughed. So that s a firka? And what s her name?
Llyon grinned. She s a firka. Papa says they re like your hamsters. Her name is
Ladypuff. Reaching up, he lifted Trav down. Come on, let s get you to the bathing
room. When you re finished, if you want to, you can come out and sit in the living
room.
Trav hobbled along slowly. I want. Do you know how long it will take Wrenna to
finish the pots? he inquired just a little impatiently.
I m not sure, Llyon answered. She s getting a bunch of things ready for firing, so
it could be a while.
Firing? Trav stared at Llyon in confusion. I thought she was washing pots. How
do you fire a pot? When he was ready Llyon handed him his sharda and shera.
Wrenna is a potter. She makes pots from clay. When they are ready to be baked,
that is called firing. Llyon helped him into the living room and settled him in his
chair. She is the village potter and she s behind in her work. Besides, if she s going to
be in seclusion, she needs to have some pots done ahead of time. By the time you
complete seclusion, it will be past the time to start garden season. He laughed at Trav s
stunned expression. We all have occupations, Trav. Everyone does something here in
the valley once they turn sixteen.
She s working? He shook his head. She never said that she was working on
something. She always seemed to be around.
Well, once you agreed to be her bond mate, she started working on extra items so
everyone will have the pots they need for gardening. That s part of the food and herb
supply, so it s important. And she also makes my pots for salves and medicines so she s
making some extras of those. He pulled Trav s hair back in a loose braid and fastened
it out of the way. As soon as the firing is begun, I m sure she ll be in here squirming
around on your lap like she has a meerlim full of pilkie bugs, he offered as his parting
shot when he went back into the kitchen to supervise his trainee cooks.
Jade wandered into the living room and bumped into the guitar case leaning
against a chair. She sat down and opened the case carefully and removed the guitar,
then leaned back wearily in the swinging chair across from Trav. Trav? she queried,
tilting her head to one side as though she could hear him breathing.
You re good, Jade. It s me, he confirmed with a grin.
You don t suppose Dance will mind if I practice a little? she asked with a slight
smile.
I think he would be delighted if you played with his guitar, Trav replied
instantly. I know I would enjoy listening.
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She tuned it and tried out different chords. Then like a gentle breath, she moved
into an intricate Spanish piece that took his breath away. When she finished, she was
smiling. Not too bad, I guess. I didn t think I would remember all of it.
If you do much of that, you won t have any fingertips at all, Dancer commented
dryly from the doorway. It s going to be hard for you to go slowly, I think.
She smiled up at him. Yes, teacher, she acknowledged before holding out the
guitar. I confess. Now they re all tingling so I ll quit for the day. Your turn.
You expect me to follow that? he demanded as he took the guitar.
Of course, she replied austerely. You re a professional. Play something you
would play on your tour.
Play Devereaux s Dance, Trav suggested. It s been my favorite since you
composed it for Mom. You haven t played it outside of a concert since she died. Don t
you think it s time? he asked gently.
Dance bowed his head. Eppie went to him and slipped her arm around his waist.
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