She moved swiftly forward and placed a finger across his lips. “Relax. The first time in the sleep-learner is hard. Let it settle.”
He stared, suddenly aware that the language she spoke was not English, but her own. “Velishnya idru a kompecksni, ma che’shadra.” I am very confused, heartsong.
She kissed him. “Don’t be.” Her strong fingers pried his apart, removing a crumpled bit of paper from his hands. “Ah. The testing results.” She peered at it, one lip quirking up as she read it.
“Well?” he asked impatiently. His heart hammered in his chest.
“Well, indeed. You have tested in the ninety-seventh percentile in physical capabilities. In mental capabilities, you are in the ninety-fourth percentile. Due to a lack of preparation, it recommends that you be placed in remedial programs in astr
