Chapter 12: Logan, Lad of DonLogan frowned as the screen lit up and an auto voice said, “Incoming.” Then he heard the words, “This tis Marita. Do I have permission to land?”
A wide smile spread across his broad, sun-reddened face, and he hit the circle. “Of course, my love. I'm in the Experimental Green House. I was about to contact ye.”
He set the cup back into the micro and headed out the door to greet her as her purple fliv settled on the padport.
Marita leapt out of the fliv and jumped into his arms, hanging on for dear life. Her Thalian emotions of frustration and anger almost staggered him, and he hugged her as tight as possible. When he felt her relax, he loosened his grip, and she look at him and smiled.
They had kenned each other from childhood. Her fither and his eldest Thali
