Flagen sat in silence, stock-still. He closed his eyes. Ther came, as always, visions of scenes, images that both fascinated and repelled. It was ten short cycles ago, the first rising of Planting, sacred to Zanita, Goddess of Light. He was floating and in love. He had waited until this rising to pursue the Warrior he viewed as his BondMate. Though separated by their Triad for years, he and his twin managed to communicate. Bane claimed he hadn’t Stirred, because Bane would have felt it as his twin. It never occurred to Flagen to doubt his own conclusion. His c**k, dead and silent for phases, perked at the first sight of Tonas. This was love, what else could it be? They spent time together. They shared a class at the academy. Flagen helped him study. His beloved was golden with a strong fac
