Never chuckled.“It’s never come up.I can pass every test but the eye exam.”She glanced at Tam-or.He was looking stunned.
“You look ill.”
“I had not considered that you don’t have a license.”
“Well, I do, but I can’t pass the test.”She laughed.“Uncle Matthias pushed it through after a series of tests.Because I use magic to see, the computers they pit me against don’t give me anything to work against.I can’t move around a blank screen.”
Tam-or frowned.“How do you read lights and signage?”
“Through the eyes who have seen them before.People leave trails everywhere.I see through the eyes of those who have come before.”
Cora finished putting her clothing on and came out in slacks and a button-down blouse.Her heels clicked on the flooring.
Never said, “You look much better.So, where do I go to sign you out like a library book?”
“The nurses’ station.They will brief you on my care and feeding to make sure I keep a shiny coat.”
Never nodded.“Fine.You stay here and keep Tam-or from calculating how long I have been using a motorcycle across the continent on open roads.”
She left to get the information from the nurses and sign her out as a responsible adult.
* * * *
Cora looked at thebroad wall of Tam-or.“So, you and she are getting along?”
He looked at her.“Yes.She really can’t see?”
“She uses senses, like sonar, to get around.She has an idea of what you look like.It’s a good thing that your build is distinctive, and she has probably licked you by now.”
He felt his skin darken.“What is the importance of that?”
“Well, she has tasted you, so she can find you.”She smiled as she checked her phone.“Or rather, hunt you.Have you two had sex yet?”
“No.She seems to be waiting for a sign from you.”
Cora sighed.“I will let her know that she can whenever she wants.I am fairly close to the attachment now, and if she has kids before me, I will just be the best auntie I can be.”
“Why did you wait to take on an orc?”
“Because I didn’t want to leave her alone, but then time ran out, and I thought Abel-ur could manage things.”She smiled.“He’s sweet.”
“That he is.He also got his position in battle.It was a bloody fight with four challengers.He walked out of it like nothing had happened.His challengers are still recovering.”
“How often will he be challenged?”
“Once every five years.The next one is next year.”
Cora frowned.“Someone is going to challenge him?”
“Sure.That’s how we make sure the best in combat is in charge.I am in charge of negotiations, and if we had a shaman, they would be in charge of the balance of the clan.”
Cora looked and followed the line of his gaze.“Oh, you want to lock her in as a shaman.”
“Among other things.”
“Speakers and shamans don’t usually cohabit.”
“No, they don’t, but shamans are usually male.So, it happens but not often.”
