CHAPTER FOURTEEN
MIRA
Farukan stepped forward in a slow prance, almost like he was dancing across the room. He reached where I stood and bowed, one front foot forward and the other tucked underneath.
“This,” I told them, “Is Farukan, of the Rorujhen. I ask that you touch him to establish the bond so that he may be introduced to you and speak with you directly.”
“Speak?” Neelu looked at me.
I nodded. They stepped forward and placed their palms on his shoulder.
“Farukan,” I said. “This is Queen Astrina Ulané Poloso and Princess Neelu Ulané Pulakasado.”
“I am honored to meet you,” Farukan’s voice rumbled in our minds as he bowed his head.
“Welcome to Su Lariano, Farukan,” Astrina seemed unsure of what to make of what she was experiencing. “Am I to understand that all Rorujhen have thi
