Knelt in the plateau, her legs folded under her and her eyes closed in meditation, was Zya. Ju watched her for a few moments in her serene poise. A calm exterior turned to a smile as Zya spoke without opening her eyes, “I know you are there little brother.” The she rose gracefully, and came over to him.
“I have missed you,” he said simply, at a loss for anything else to say.
She smiled. “And I you.” Then Zya caught him in a fierce hug. “You cannot believe how much I have missed you.” Pushing him back at arm"s length she looked at him critically. “But now is not the time. I have things that must be said, things, which only we can talk about. You know of what I speak, don"t you?”
weJu nodded dumbly. “I had a dream,” he said. “You were there, but we could not speak. There was something els
