Claws scraping against the outer perch wake me from dreams of kissing Tahr. I can feel his magic and know he has come for me. Tahr's magic is slightly different from Ashrac's and Ashrac's is different from Cantor. There's no time to process my feelings right now because a large silver head pokes through the window.
I have a voice now, though I'm not yet ready to communicate with croaky words while I learn to use it properly. Telepathic words are much easier. "What are you doing here, Tahr?" I manage to keep my tone level without strong emotion coming through.
His head disappears and I feel a more intense burst of magic as he shifts. He enters naked. I can't talk to him this way. I crave touching him. I want to throw myself into his arms. I do exactly the opposite and jump from the bed an
