“Good to know.” Syn opened her eyes languidly, taking a moment to re-orient herself. She closed them immediately. Her head felt as if someone split it from her shoulders with a pickaxe. A rather anxious young boy stood beside her with his hand encircling hers. A name flashed across her brain.
::You must be Naffie. Oh s**t, I used mind speech.::
“Yes, I am Naffie and yes you used mind speech. My fault…you are my new Mommie. What was that burning stick? Did it hurt you? Was that why the fire started? Don’t worry my—what’s that word—oh yes, the Daddies are here. Don’t be afraid. Poppie didn’t know you at first, that’s because he needed Zadda to see you, but I didn’t. I heard you from across the stars. You spoke to me but you didn’t believe I was real. Your barriers were strong because they
