Kathryn strove to keep her walk steady, her face impassive. She had since Translated with Ava, Orrisian, Ithkarite and Swampworlder. Each time had been even better, even more soul-healing. But now...
...now she had to join with a S’sinn.
The Translation case wasn’t the only baggage she carried to the dais.
The round platform bore a table and chairs for the humans and a chest- high podium and resting racks for the S’sinn. Kathryn stepped up onto the platform and waited while Matthews and his two aides took their places at the table. One S’sinn, already in her rack, watched them in silence. Three others stood just behind her.
Each S’sinn wore only a broad metal collar, embossed with a sign. The female on the rack, with the spiral crossed by a lightning bolt, was the Flight Leader—Matthew
