Nineteen
Reunion
Robin fought to keep from feeling his own trepidation as they watched the descend. As she’d requested, he stood behind her rather than beside her. According to rites, it would show he had her back. That he protected her rear, and provided moral, emotional, and physical support.
The summer sun was sweltering. Already his shirt was soaked with perspiration. He shot an envious glance at his wife and the slender one-piece she wore. She’d made one slight alteration to it since their initial encounter with Non. She’d brought the straps together in the front, just below her throat. That way her Utuli’ia, the symbol engraved into her skin above her left breast, was visible.
Utuli’ia, “Why does it need to show? They know it’s there.”
“Why does it need to show? They know
