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“I’m not sure it’s the same thing, though it’s similar. You use your hepadons for riding. You don’t snuggle with them.”
“I stroke Voolon’s snout.”
She laughed. “And she loves it when you do it.”
“As do you.”
Her laughter grew louder. “You’re right. I do.”
I swallowed hard, trying not to get too hopeful, but she loved something I did for her? I’d stroke her snout all day long if she’d gift me with one of her smiles.
I tilted my head, waving for her to enter the dining area ahead of me. “How can this be different? I still can’t imagine why you want to touch a chall.”
“He’s cute. Fluffy in a crystal way.”
“So is Voolon.”
“It’s different.” She shook her head as we walked through the open room to what she called the kitchen. “You don’t bring Voolon into your home.”
“She’s huge. Why would I do that?”
“Franklin’s little. Can’t you picture him sleeping in the furs with us? Snuggling when it gets cold?”
“No.”
“You’re looking at me like I’m out of my mind.” Her laugh burst out again. “You might enjoy having him in bed with us.”
“Would he watch when I suck on your clit?”
“Oh,” she gasped. “I don’t think so. I hope not! But don’t think I didn’t see you extending your finger to him yesterday. He sniffed it.”
“His whiskers tickle. I like that.”
“You wanted to touch him. Admit it.”
I shrugged. “Perhaps a little. He’s intriguing. Useless, but intriguing.”
“Just because you can’t ride or eat him, it doesn’t mean he’s useless. Small pets can provide great comfort. You stroke them, they purr, and you feel happier.”
“If he makes you happy, I guess he could come inside our home. But he is not allowed on our furs.”
Her smile only grew. “You’ll see.”
I wasn’t sure about that.
We entered the kitchen and walked up to the counter. Since it was early in the day, no one had made stew—something Vanessa could do if cooking pleased her. Muzzire didn’t seem interested in preparing morning or midday meals.
When we stopped at the counter, two plates emerged before we could make our request.
“Food’s up,” Vanessa quipped as she had each time a plate appeared. “I still can’t get over this. It’s . . . magical.”
Special enough to make her want to stay? The closer it got to the deadline, the more worried I became. What would I do if she told me she was leaving?
I . . . loved her. A big mistake on my part, but I couldn’t help it. No, I wouldn’t stress. I had a few days left. Surely that was enough time to convince her she belonged here with me.
Vanessa poked the stack of flat, circular things on her plate.
“I don’t believe I’ve ever seen anything like this before.” Skeptical, I stared at my plate but didn’t touch the food. “What’s the brown liquid pooling around the flat circles?”
