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As the Air Elemental, Logan traveled at speeds her sisters weren’t capable of. She’d always considered herself fortunate, but now it seemed even she was too slow.
What I wouldn’t give for a Star Trek transporter, she thought, reaching the shores of T’Kaieri late that evening. Wondering if it was too late to meet Gia, she skipped the requisite meeting at the gate and landed at the door to the archives.
The council wouldn’t look too kindly on her skipping the usual meet and greet—and she didn’t kid herself that the Elders didn’t know she was here. Most of them were well versed in the craft. But being the youngest of her sisters gave her a little license to act like a punk sometimes. Logan had no compunction of playing that card when she needed to.
She ran down the steps, hopping down
