“Chikara? It’s fresh,” Permac said. He noticed Linsora eating the fruit and felt a pang that she was getting her first taste of it under less than ideal circumstances. He had envisioned presenting her with red ripe slices of chikara with great ceremony, to make up for not having any at their Sealing. “Moragh, the last time we met you told me to trust my instincts. Right now, my instincts are screaming. What are you doing here?”
Moragh paced the length of the room. “I told you I couldn’t be everywhere. And I also don’t know everything. I didn’t know the remains of a star chart had been left behind on Brachen. Once you were on the way, I couldn’t stop you. The most I could do was meet you here. From here, well,” Moragh spread his hands, “there’s a Tokorellan saying, do you know it? The universe has eyes and ways to touch your mind. Beware the lowly and the obscured. They will make you run in circles and will turn you inside out. Trust your instincts and your heart. It applies to you more than you know.”
Permac glanced at Linsora. She was listening to the conversation but seemed oddly detached. Permac realized she couldn’t taste influences while she was eating and the chikara was especially sweet.
“It’s nonsense, Moragh. You’re the lowliest and most obscure person I know. Are you telling me to beware of you?”
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