Page 58 of Reckoning
Jazzi Bardo and his sister got off the shuttle on the Colonial planet. He had volunteered to come and help with the protection of the Morinians. He wanted to see them for himself, to see if they were really different from the Morins who had attacked his people. He didn’t want his sister to come but he had agreed, hoping it would put distance between her and the Katieran warrior who had been showing too much interest in his young sibling. He was supposed to meet a representative who would take them up into the jungles where these Morinians were hiding.
“Where is this representative? He is late.”
“Brother, take it easy.”
“I can’t abide a warrior who is too late to do his job.”
“It’s a good thing I’m not a warrior then,” a female voice said from behind him.
Jazzi turned and felt like he had been punched in the gut. The small female who faced him had on the flowing pale robes of a priestess and bore the face of a goddess. “Who are you?”
“The very late representative, Priestess HonORa. Who are you?”
Hers — he was hers. She just didn’t know it yet.
