by Viola Grace
Kale-Gant asked, “Do you need anything?”
“No, but thank you. I am keeping track of Ainora. They named her after my mother, you know.”
He smiled softly. “No, I didn’t know.”
“Ainora Arborough, the greatest diagnostic talent ever to work in a hospital. I am guessing that my grandson had good instincts when his child was born. She looks just like my mother.”
“I believe she looks just like you.”
“That reminds me, how is Junior?”
“Growing fast. We still have no idea what sex will be chosen, but Carella is making comments that lead me to believe she wants another. I have no objections to another Berhar running around, but the waiting is driving my dear wife nuts, and she is not very tightly wrapped at the best of times.”
Urikara looked into Junior’s future and saw what the child would become. She laughed.
“What do you see, Urikara?”
“I see your child surrounded by siblings. The Berhar will make their way back, but it will take some time.”
“Anything about Junior?”
“Not that I am willing to tell you. The child will grow healthy and strong and make a decision based on reason and not on the sex of those around it.”
Kale-Gant checked the equipment and nodded. “I will wish you a good day. I need to return to my stubborn child.”
“Good day, Avatar. I will be here if you need to talk, as always.”
Kale-Gant left and Urikara was alone to contemplate the future and continue mapping jump points.
To think that all those years ago when she had piloted the escape pod of the Raider ship to Morganti, she had thought she was destined to die.
The tank she was in helped her stay alive to see her people out of their troubles, but the effort it took to remain upbeat was exhausting. Seeing Ainora running around and becoming the woman that she was designed to be was enough to give Urikara energy through to another generation. She hoped that it would be enough.
* * * *
Ainora curled up on her side against Lyon with her head leaning on his chest and one leg bent over his knees. She rubbed her cheek against the light furring on his chest and smiled.
They had skipped a few numbers on the way to twenty-two, but Lyon didn’t complain when she made the first move in her quarters at the Morganti Citadel.
The rest of the moves had been all up to him, and to her surprise, he had been careful not to scratch her with his arms.
“So, I have shamed my ancestors by jumping into bed with you.” Lyon sighed deeply.
“Will you get over it?”
He laughed and rolled her to her back. “I think I already am. My ancestors will just have to hope that the next generation is more honourable.”
Ainora looped her arms around his neck. “That sounds like a solid plan. My ancestor is in a jar somewhere. I hope she is happy with how things have turned out.”
Lyon kissed her and started to work down her body. “I don’t think that things are done turning.”
She shivered and leaned into him. “I hope you are right. I am just getting started.”
Author’s Note
So, the name got a little silly. I enjoyed the changing face of analytical application.
Eye in the Sky will cover a woman with the ability to see through anything and a man who can get her airborne.
Thanks for reading,
Viola Grace
http://www.violagrace.com
About the Author
Viola Grace was born in Manitoba, Canada where she still resides today. She really likes it there. She has no pets and can barely keep sea monkeys alive for a reasonable amount of time. Her line of day job tends to be analytical which leaves her mind hopping to weave stories. No co-worker is safe from her character analysis. In keeping with busy hands are happy hands, her hobbies have included cross-stitch, needlepoint, quilting, costuming, cake decorating, baking, cooking, metal work, beading, sculpting, painting, doll making, henna tattoos, chain mail, and a few others that have been forgotten. It is quite often that these hobbies make their way into her tales.
Viola’s fetishes include boots and corsetry, and her greatest weakness is her uncontrollable blush. Her writing actively pursues the Happily Ever After that so rarely occurs in nature. It is an admirable thing and something that we should all strive for. To find one that we truly like, as well as love.
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Author’s Note
About the Author