Anya was still in awe of her surroundings in the Palace of Light. There were windows with grand vistas everywhere she looked. Temperatures in this quadrant of Sarran were temperate all year round, resulting in park-like surrounds. She had a hard time believing that they teleported halfway across Sarran to attend a dinner party last night at Syn’s new home.
Tigger was settled in and she was surprised to see his psy blossom on Sarran. He went back and forth to meet Duchess on almost an hourly basis as if the two felines were plotting something. Anya was in the dining room having a cup of coffee when Jonal wandered down the stairs. Jonal gave Anya a light kiss.
“Is that the sludge from the ship or did Syn program the fabricator to make that nectar we drank last moontine?”
Anya put down her
