Elandra grew swiftly under the twin lights of her parents’ love and the ever-expanding song of the Code. By her twenty-first year she had inherited the best of both bloodlines: Lyra’s graceful curves and luminous intellect, Torian’s height and quiet strength. Her skin glowed with the same warm tones, and her fractals delicate spirals of rose-gold and sapphire danced across her full breasts, the gentle flare of her hips, and the sensitive folds between her thighs. She moved with the confidence of one who had been raised in open celebration of body and bond.
The newest call came from the outer veil of the nebula nurseries, where fresh stellar nurseries were beginning to stabilize but required a living harmonic anchor. The stewards chose Elandra to lead the weaving. Her assigned partner was
