The night before the tribunal, Elder TeZaron brought both Anya and Tigger to her room. Her room was a double, but she was lucky, her former roommate had bonded and she slept alone.
She studied TeZaron. She knew he was an Elder. He looked about forty though he was reputed to be younger; rumors said he had six or seven years on her own twenty-nine.
His hair was long and straight, a true golden blond. His cheekbones loomed high on his face and his skin tone hinted at the olive of the Mediterranean. His blue eyes reminded her of the color of the sky off the Irish Coast. They also had an imperceptible slant. She wondered at the time if he were Fire or Light clan. If he came from FireClan, Syn remembered, dry ice can burn. He showed them the automatic courtesy a Sarran Warrior shows a fem but
