g as is needed," she said simply.
	Triana nodded, knowing that her child was in good hands.  "Alright, let's get you two out of here before he gets angry again," she told Jesmind and Mist.  "I'll be back a little later to check on you cub."
	"Alright," he said in a disjointed manner, feeling the room stop spinning horizontally and start spinning vertically.  He grabbed the bed as it seemed to stand on end, and he was afraid that he was about to slide out of it.
	They left him after that, and in a way, he was relieved.  He really wasn't sure if he was done fighting with Jesmind, mainly because he couldn't remember what he'd said to her.  In any event, their argument was on hold for now, and he doubted that Triana was going to let it degenerate to that level again.  If he suffered these large flashbacks and the ensuing major attack that accompanied them when he got angry, then Triana wouldn't let him get angry.
	If anything, he'd know in a while.

	Jenna had sent Koran Dar not ten minutes after Triana hustled the other two Were-cats out the door.  He knew so because he'd watched the clock hanging on his wall.  His dizziness eased considerably over those ten minutes, enough to where he didn't have to hold onto the bed, but it got worse whenever he tried to sit up.  Sapphire discouraged him from trying that by sitting on his chest.  Her slight weight couldn't possibly hold him down, but when she stared at him with those reptilian eyes and told him not to get up, he couldn't really do much other than obey her.
	Sapphire filled him in on what he said to Jesmind, what he couldn't remember, and he almost whistled.  He had no idea any of that had happened, but he'd sounded plenty mad.  Jesmind had accused him of being unfaithful, when in one case he never knew he was taken, and in the other she'd all but handed him to her competitor.  It let him understand her seething hatred of Auli a little better.  She thought that he was going to fall in love with her too, like he had with Kimmie, and if that happened, he wouldn't want to be a Were-cat again.  She wasn't about to take his word for it, either.  She obviously felt that him giving his word wasn't enough.  He had the feeling that he may have made some kind of promise to her over Kimmie, one that he hadn't kept.  A promise not to touch her or something, he wasn't sure.  He couldn't remember anything about that.
	Sometimes it was beyond frustrating.  He knew that the answer was there, but he just couldn't remember what he needed to remember to find it.  Having amnesia was at times a little interesting, since everything seemed new to him, but most of the time it was just a royal pain.  People said things to him that he knew had to have some deeper meaning, but he'd lost the knowledge that would let him see it.  Most of them didn't quite know how to treat him, and most of the things they talked about were beyond him.  He knew that was why Keritanima and Allia hadn't been coming to see him quite as often as they had before.  But then again, Kerri was married--and Teleporting back and forth between the Tower and Wikuna--and Allia had her own boyfriend.  He couldn't begrudge either of them the chance to enjoy their own domestic lives, but a part of him felt that since they just didn't know or understand him as he was now, they weren't quite as willing to spend time with him.  He wasn't really mad at them for it.  Then again, he really didn't know either of them very well.  He had to take it on faith that Allia was the closest friend he had and ever would have, and Keritanima was just as close to him as any other member of his family.
	At least Allia made an effort to visit him every day.  Even if was for just a few minutes, and often in the company of that Sha'Kar boyfriend of hers, Allyn, she would always stop by and have a chat, or they would go eat.  Keritanima was much more sporadic, than that.
	He couldn't really blame them.  He knew they worried about him, but he was a stranger to them now.  He was probably alot stranger to them than they ever imagined.  From what he'd heard, he was very much different from the Tarrin they knew.  He knew it had to be hard on them to come and talk to him and try to be upbeat and positive, when the radical alterations in both mind and body were so apparent, so blaringly obvious to them.  He himself, to his own chiding, didn't miss their company as much as he knew he should have.  He was a stranger to them, but they were also strangers to him.  They called themselves his friend, but their friendship was virtually one-sided.  Oh, he liked them, but he just didn't know them well enough to feel for them the same way they felt for him.  About the only exceptions to that were Dolanna and Dar.  He trusted Dolanna a great deal and he both liked and respected her, and he'd managed to learn that that was exactly how the Were-cat Tarrin felt about her too.  That Tarrin, who dominated everyone around him, bowed to Dolanna in almost all things because of the towering respect he had for the diminutive Sorceress.  Dar was also someone he very much called friend, but probably for different reasons.  The Were-cat Tarrin probably had never seen Dar as a boy around his own age, someone that would understand the things he said in ways that most of the others never could.  Dar understood becuase he could see it from a much more personal perspective.
	There were also new friends.  Koran Dar, he decided, was one of them.  Tarrin rather liked the tall, dark-haired Amazon man, and he allowed him to do his magical examination without raising any fuss after he arrived.  He answered all his questions as well as he could, and tried to relax when he felt that magic spell go into his mind and look around.  He could only remember what happened last time Koran Dar snooped around his mind, when the Cat had attacked him.  He didn't want that to happen again, and from the feel of it, neither did he.  He was very careful this time not to wander into the deeper parts of Tarrin's mind, only checking around near the surface and looking for any signs that the attack had done him lasting harm.
	"Well, that's that," he said with a nod.  "Nothing's broken.  The dizziness and disorientation you're feeling will fade after a while.  Until then, stay in bed, see if you can take a short nap, and it would be a good idea for you to try to get some food down.  I'll have the kitchens send you up something."
	"Thanks," Tarrin said as the Amazon man rose from the side of his bed and started towards the door.  "Koran Dar," he called.
	"What is it?"
	"I'm confused about something."
	Koran Dar stopped in midstride, turned around, and sat back down on the bed.  "What's troubling you?"
	"It's nothing really serious," he said.  "When I got all those gifts, Camara Tal gave me something," he said, pointing to the little steel charm sitting on the bedtable.  "She said in her note that she'd been carrying it around for years, and she called it a hope charm.  I don't really understand what she was trying to say, but I know there's more to it than that.  What does it mean?"
	Koran Dar picked up the little steel trinket, turned it over in his hands a few times, then chuckled softly.  "She was carrying this because of me," he said in a distant tone.  "I guess it's another indication of just how she feels about me.  A hope charm is something an Amazon carries when they have a unfulfilled dream or wish," he explained.  "It's said that if you carry it long enough and prove your devotion to Neme, she'll grant your wish.  I guess this proves that old story," he chuckled again.
	"What, you reconciled with her?" he asked.
	Koran Dar nodded.  "After all this business with the Firestaff is over, I'll be going back to Amazar for a year," he answered.  "After that, I'll be resuming my duties here in the Tower.  The Sha'Kar already agreed to ferry me back and forth until I can do for myself."
	"That was nice of them."
	"Jenna made them agree," Koran Dar laughed.  "She may be young, but that's one steely little girl sometimes.  She's definitely your sister."
	"I guess that's a complement," he said uncertainly.
	Koran Dar laughed heartily.  "Yes, it is.  It's funny that she gave this to you.  You're the reason she's not carrying it anymore."
	"Me?  Why me?"
	"Because sometimes, Tarrin, the best advice can come from the most unexpected sources," he replied with a smile.  "Your reasoning made me think about things.  I love Camara very much, but before now, she was never willing to concede anything to me, because of her pride and her social standing in Amazon society.  I guess I was never willing to concede anything to her either, because I've always been very indignant about how I'm treated in our society.  We were both too stubborn to give a finger, and it cost us years of potential happiness," he sighed.  "But then you come along and revealed to me just how she felt about me, and how much she wanted me back.  It made me realize just how much I wanted that very thing.  We got together a few days ago and put everything on the table.  She made some concessions, I made some concessions, and we realized that we've wasted fifteen years on petty bickering and foolish pride.  If we'd been honest with each other and done this fifteen years ago, we could have been very happy."
	"I'm glad to hear that, Koran Dar," he said.
	"I guess I shouldn't let you call me that," he chuckled.  "At least don't do it when Camara's around.  My married name is Koran Tal."
	"You take her name?"
	"Women are dominant in Amazar," he reminded him.  "In our society, the man takes the woman's family name."
	"Huh," Tarrin mused, mulling it over.  "Well, I'm happy things worked out for you, Koran--uh, Koran Tal."
	"Thank you," Koran Tal said with a smile.  "Now then, let me go get that dragon back in here and arrange for a meal to be sent up here.  Remember, stay in bed for a while, no excitement, and if you can, see if you can take a short nap.  A little sleep will speed along your recovery."
	"I will," he said, accepting the hope charm from the Amazon man and holding a moment.  "I think I'm going to carry this with me.  Maybe it will help me out."
	"What wish would you put on the hope charm, Tarrin?" he asked.  "It won't do anything unless you do."
	"That's easy, Koran Tal.  I wish that everything works out alright.  That nothing bad happens because of the Firestaff, and after all this is over, we can all go home and live happily ever after."
	"That, my young friend, is the best wish I've ever heard," he said seriously, reaching over and putting his hand on Tarrin's shoulder.  "I'll pray to the Goddess for that, Tarrin."
	"Me too," he said, then he yawned.  "I don't think me taking a nap is going to be a problem.  I do feel a little sleepy."
	"Then lay back and rest, and try to get a little sleep.  But not too much," he warned.  "I'll tell Sapphire to wake you when the food arrives.  After you eat, then you can sleep as long as you want."
	"Alright," he said.  "Thanks."
	"It's nothing," he said with a smile.  "I'll see you later."
	Tarrin watched him leave, then felt the bed tilt in a new way, now rolling over and over like an alligator rolling food to death.  It was starting to get strangely entertaining to have the bed feeling like it was spinning, almost like he was flying.  He closed his eyes and tried to sleep, letting the spinning of the bed act almost like the rocking of a cradle.

	Tarrin's breakfast with Auli was more or less cancelled by his confrontation with the Were-cats, but he did manage to meet her for lunch.  After a nap, a meal, and another short nap, he had awoken free of the dizziness and mild disorientation that had restricted him to bed.  By noon, he felt right as rain and ready to get up, and after Sapphire made him walk a straight line up and down five times, she allowed him to get up and go about.
	It was a meal both of quiet relaxation and subdued tensions.  Tarrin liked Auli a great deal, but it was a little strange to be there and talk with her with Sapphire hovering over him.  He knew that there was no way around that, but he was pretty sure that she'd be discreet if she happened to overhear anything that was private.  Auli completely understood why he wasn't there for breakfast, and just laughed and told him better late than never.  They took their plates outside and ate in the summer sun in the gardens, where the magic kept the air pleasantly cool and the sun was delightfully warm.  Tarrin and Auli weren't the only ones out enjoying the perfect cloudless day, as many Sorcerers also sat with plates or books in their laps, doing their eating or their studying out in the beautiful day.   Beautiful days weren't very common in Suld, for the summer days tended to be cloudy, and rain wasn't uncommon during at least some part of the day.  At least usually.  That summer and the one before had been unusually dry, not quite a drought, but rather a dry stretch that had gone on for two years.  The rains weren't as heavy or plentiful as usual, and the winter snows hadn't piled up even half as much as was normal, even though it was more than cold enough to keep it on the ground.
	Tarrin always enjoyed spending time with Auli, and she didn't disappoint him.  He just listened to her prattle on about this or that, complaining about the punishment her mother had given her for what she'd done, complaining about how boring it was in the Tower, and then suppressing laughter when she mused aloud about the things she could do to liven up the place a little.  She behaved herself immaculately, not even putting a hand on him in passing.  She kept him entertained and happily distracted all through lunch.
	That was the enjoyable part.  There had been a little discomfort for him at first, since she was who she was.  All he could remember at first was that night, and he wasn't sure if he should treat her any differently than he had.  She solved that by treating him the same way as always, so he tried to do the same with her.  The desire for her was still there, it had not gone away, but he found after spending some time with her that it was easy to control.
	The meal went along fine until his hunter's senses warned him that he was being watched.  He didn't look around, but he realized that one of the Were-cats was watching him, and from the burning sensation on his neck, he was pretty sure that it was Jesmind.  He didn't do anything about it, but he was a little distracted from then on as he tried to figure out where she was without giving away the fact that he knew she was there.  He knew that was going to be very hard, because he'd come to find out that if a Were-cat didn't want to be seen, they usually weren't seen.  They were masters of stealth, just like the cats of which they were part, and there was really no way to find her unless he made a show of it.  Furtive scans of the area produced nothing, and that was about the most that he could do.  So he kept one eye on the area around him and his ears attuned to Auli's chatter, making sure that the Were-cat didn't jump out and attack the Sha'Kar.
	Things did get very tense when two of the Were-cats showed up in the gardens.  It was Mist and Jula, and to his surprise, they was herding along two Were-cat children.  One of them was Jasana, but the other, he realized, had to be Eron, his son.  Tarrin had never seen him before, and he was amazed at how much he looked like a little version of himself.  He had the same hair, the same face, and the same lanky frame that Tarrin had, but he had black fur on his arms and feet and little cat ears poking out from his wild, unkempt blond hair.  He was chasing after Jasana, who was taunting him over her shoulder as she skipped along, while Eron tried his best to chase her down without tripping over his own big feet.  Eron looked to be about two, maybe three, and though he was much more agile and physically developed than a human toddler, his ungainly movements showed that he was still rather clumsy, still mastering the nuances of moving himself around.
	They saw him and Auli and immediately changed course to come over.  Sapphire flapped her wings a few times on his shoulder and reset herself, as if to vault off his shoulder and intercede, but they weren't running and they didn't look belligerent.  Tarrin was a bit tense, and Auli looked decidedly nervous as the two intimidating figures approached them at a leisurely pace.
	"I didn't think you'd be out here," Mist told him.  "Are you feeling better?"
	"Yes, thank you," he said politely, unable to keep his eyes off the Were-cat boy long.  "Is that--"
	"Yes, that's your son, Tarrin," she said with a smile.  "Eron!" she barked.
	The boy gave off chasing Jasana immediately, but the girl passed him by when she saw her father.  Sapphire evacuated his shoulder to the safety of the back of the bench as the two Were-cat children approached, as if knowing that she was about to get spilled when he bent over to pick them up.  They both raced over to him, and Jasana jumped up into his lap and hugged him exuberantly.  "Father, you're here!" she exclaimed happily, just as Eron reached Mist.  He stopped short and hid behind her leg, looking up at Tarrin in surprise, and then gaping at Auli.
	"Go ahead, Eron," she said, pushing him out from behind her with her large hands.  "Go say hello."
	The boy sidled up to him warily, then put his little hands on Tarrin's leg and looked up at him.  "Are you my papa?" he asked in a slightly indistinct voice, as if not entirely sure of the pronunciation of the words he was using.
	"Of course this is papa, lunkhead," Jasana said snippishly.
	"Be nice!" Jula snapped in reprimand.
	"Papa!" Eron said, then he climbed up Tarrin's leg using his claws.  It was not a pleasant experience.  Tarrin reached down and picked him up and held him as Jasana sat in his lap, looking into the child's intensely green eyes.  So this was his son.  He looked so much like him!  He wasn't sure what he was supposed to feel, holding onto his son that way, but he did know that the first bonds of love were forming for him.  Though he didn't know him at all, though he'd never seen him before, it really didn't matter.  All that really mattered was that this was his son, named after his grandfather.  Eron was his child, and he was beautiful.
	"Hello Eron," Tarrin said calmly, holding onto him.
	"Mama said you were sick.  Is this what happens when we get sick?"
	"It's a very rare illness," Tarrin said with a smile.  "I don't think you'll ever get it."
	"Nuts.  I think you look neat like that."
	Tarrin looked at Mist, who only laughed.  He was surprised that he could form such complete sentences, and he was supposedly only a little over a year old.  He guessed the Were-cats really did grow up fast, both in body and mind.
	"What's it like to not have fur?"
	"Just touch your tummy and you'll know," Tarrin winked.  That wink turned into a wince when Eron's claws dug into his hip.  "Not so hard, Eron," he chided gently.  "I'm not as strong as your mother."
	"Careful, cub," Mist warned.  "Remember what I told you.  Your father's sick, so you can't treat him the way you do me.  You have to be gentle."
	"Alright, Mama," he answered with a nod.  "Who's this?  Is the the mean lady Aunt Jesmind wants to kill?"
	"I'm not a mean lady!" Auli said indignantly.
	"She's a friend of mine, and your Aunt Jesmind has the wrong idea about her," Tarrin said mildly.
	"Mama said you're trying to steal Papa," Jasana accused.
	"What would I do with him, child?" Auli said with an outrageous grin.  "I don't want to marry him, so what would I do with him except keep him as a pet?  He's too big, I think he'd tear up the furniture, and I'm not entirely sure he's housebroken.  He's really not worth stealing, if you ask me.  Too much trouble, he doesn't know any tricks, and he eats too much.  If I want to steal something, I'll steal a dog or a cat."
	Jasana looked at her, and then a helpless giggle escaped her.  Jesmind may hate Auli, but Tarrin saw that Jasana's opinions of her weren't quite so set in stone.
	Tarrin put them both down after that, when Eron started to fidget too much, and he watched them play in silence for a long moment.  He could see almost immediately that Eron was very much different from Jasana.  Jasana was a sedate child, happy to sit and read books or play with her toys, where Eron absolutely could not stop moving.  He had to run everywhere he went, and he had alot of trouble sitting still for very long.  He understood just how hard it was for him when he came back over and climbed into Tarrin's lap as Jasana chased one of the many butterflies in the gardens, chattering on and on and on at such a high rate of speed that Tarrin could barely understand him.  He talked about his cabin and the trip to Suld and seeing Triana and being with Jasana again and how big his bed was here in the Tower and how big and scary the Knights looked and how everyone was so nice to him despite what his mother said about humans and how good the food was.  Tarrin could barely put in a word edgewise, and eventually just gave up and let him ramble on until he ran out of patience with sitting down, then set him down and let him go chase Jasana again.
	"He's talkative," Auli noted.
	"He can't sit still a minute," Mist sighed.  "It's a phase or something.  He's been driving me crazy for almost a month now with it."
	"I'm surprised he can talk so well," Tarrin told her.
	"He's about where he should be," she answered.
	Tarrin looked at Jula, and realized that she was being unusually quiet.  She hadn't even said a word yet.  He looked to her and then to Mist, and realized that Jula was almost terrified of the short, stocky Were-cat.  She was doing a good job hiding it, but Jula tensed up every time Mist so much as moved.  "How are you, Jula?" he asked casually.
	"I'm fine," she said in a slightly strained voice.  "I'm just watching Jasana for a while, that's all."
	"Have you two known each other long?"
	"Just a couple of days," Mist said, glancing at the blond Were-cat.  "I haven't made up my mind about her yet."
	Tarrin was pretty sure that there were any number of subtle levels present in that one statement.  It certainly put Jula in a submissive mood, he could tell.  She wasn't about to challenge Mist over anything.  Then again, they said that Mist was the one that caught Jesmind.  She had to be a pretty formidable Were-cat to be able to do that.  She wasn't as big as any other Were-cat he'd seen, but Tarrin knew personally that size wasn't everything.
	"I have to get back to my classes, Tarrin," Auli announced.  "I'll see you tonight?"
	"After dinner," he affirmed.
	"Don't forget Dar," she reminded.
	"I won't."
	She smiled at him, patted him on the shoulder, then got up and gave the two Were-cats a sidelong glance.  Then she saunted back towards the main Tower.
	"What are you two going to do?" Mist asked.
	"Three," Tarrin corrected.  "Me and Dar and Auli are going to go out walking for a while.  That's usually a precursor to her getting us in trouble," he chuckled ruefully.  "Of course, we think it's great fun while we're doing it, at least until we get caught.  Auli's a very wild-natured girl."
	"So I've heard," Mist said flintily.
	"Don't let Jesmind poison you, Mist," Tarrin said.  "If you knew Auli at all, you'd understand why she did what she did.  It's not out of her nature.  But now she understands how much trouble she got me into, and that's one thing she really regrets.  We're not going to fool around again, but we're also not going to stop being friends."
	"I don't think you tried very hard to get away," she noted.
	"I did try, but after she cornered me, I gave up," he admitted.  "And by then I didn't want to try anymore.  I'm not dead, Mist.  Just look at her.  Auli is beautiful."
	Mist actually laughed.  "She is that," she agreed.  "Not much else, but she is beautiful."
	"I'm surprised you're not as angry as Jesmind," he told her.
	"I'm not as foolish as she is," Mist snorted.  "Unlike her, I trust you, Tarrin.  I know that when you get your memory back, you'll choose to be with us again.  I have faith in you, because I know you, and I'm not going to let my jealousy rule me as it is with Jesmind."
	"You know me that well?"
	"Tarrin, anyone that knows you at all knows what you'll do if you get your memory back," she said confidently.  "Some of them don't like it, because they want to see you stay human, but they know which path you'll take.  That's why I'm not going crazy like Jesmind.  That's why Kimmie isn't either.  She's busy helping that crazy Wizard with that magic to restore your memory, and it's why she has the patience and concentration to be able to help him.  She knows, just like I know.  If Jesmind wasn't thinking with something other than her brain, she'd know too.  And she'd know how silly she's being."
	"I really don't know what I'm going to do, Mist," he admitted.
	"You can't, not until you get your memory back," she told him calmly.  "So what difference does any of this really make?  Until they finish their magic, all any of us can do is wait."  She looked at him.  "And if you want to live a little like this, do some of those things humans do that you can't do anymore, have a little harmless fun, even do a little mattress hopping with wanton Sha'Kar, why should I care?  It won't change things.  When you get your memory back, who you were will be all you need to make your decision.  I believe that with all my heart."
	Tarrin was a little surprised by the vehemence in her voice and in her words.  She really did believe what she was saying.  She really thought that once he got his memory back, those memories would have him choose to be a Were-cat again no matter what happened to him as a human.  He knew he couldn't make an honest, thorough decision until he got back his memory, but he was a little dismayed that those memories may take away his ability to choose.  He remembered what that Goddess lady had said, that once he got his memory back he'd want to change back again.  That he'd feel unnatural the way he was now.  Was that really true?  Would regaining his memory really make him not want to make a true choice between his old life and his new one?
	That was an irrational thought, and he knew it.  He couldn't decide which life was the better one until he could remember them both.  If he'd choose to be a Were-cat with his former memory, didn't that mean that despite the strife and ordeals he had suffered, he had found true happiness in that life?  Wouldn't that be enough of a reason to change back?  After all, he had children and something approaching wives in that other life.  Wouldn't returning to them make him very happy indeed?
	Probably, but not until he really got Jesmind for her behavior.  He was tempted to tell her he was staying human just to rub her nose in it a little bit.  He still intended to keep an open mind about that future decision, but he did feel a little better about whichever choice he made.  He could choose either of them and have a very good chance to be happy.  Either as a Were-cat or as a human, he could continue on after that choice and probably have no regrets, because he knew he'd be happy with the choice he made.  No matter which path he chose.
	So, if he couldn't lose no matter which way he decided to go, why worry so much about it?  He should approach it like Mist said, just enjoy the time he had as a human and leave the heavy thinking for later, when he had all he needed to make that decision.
	"I'm glad someone told me that, Mist," he said with a grateful look, standing up.  "I think I will go enjoy myself.  And the first thing I'm going to do is go over there and play with my children."
	"I think they'd be happy to have you.  Just watch out, Eron likes to claw when things get rough."
	"I'll keep that in mind," he said.  "If you'll excuse me."
	"Go right ahead," Mist said with a smile, stepping aside to let him pass.  The two Were-cats sat down on the bench he and Auli had been occupying, and Tarrin did just what he said.  He went over and played with his children.  He did so for hours, playing games, chasing them, talking with them, and just spending quality time with them.  He came to know Eron very well, and found him to be a rather hyper boy, but also possessed of a sharp mind and an almost unnatural awareness of things.  He also had a good memory, allowing him to remember those tiny things that he noticed that others did not.  Him and Jasana were very close, siblings by more than blood, and they complemented each other well.  He was very proud to have such talented and capable children as them.  Just as he had with Jasana, Tarrin formed an immediate bond with Eron, finding the kind of love that only a parent could have for a child in his heart.  No matter what, Eron was his son, and he would love him.  Be him human or Were-cat, with him or away from him, dead or alive, it was an eternal bond that could never be broken.  Tarrin realized that Eron was much different from Jasana in that he didn't show Jasana's devotion to him.  He was sure that Eron liked him, liked being with him, but it was more like he was a friend of the family than his father.  Mist was all the family that Eron had ever known, perhaps that was why he acted like that.  He knew that Were-cats were alot different from humans, and their children were also much different.  Was Eron's behavior part of that?  Tarrin suspected that it was.  It didn't make Tarrin love him any less, though.
	After the two children had thoroughly worn him out, he lay with them in the lush grass off one of the gravel paths, looking up at the few clouds that were drifting in the afternoon sky.  A glance showed him that both Were-cat females and Sapphire were still sitting on the bench, and to his surprise, Sapphire was talking with them.  Then again, why should it be a surprise?  Sapphire was a dragon, a mighty and powerful creature, but she also liked to talk with people smart enough to keep up with her.  He felt that both Mist and Jula qualified.  Sapphire didn't stay very long after that, saying something to the two of them and flappping off.  Sapphire obviously felt secure leaving Tarrin in their company, and he didn't really expect her to compeletely suspend her own life to shepard him aorund.
	"That one looks like a bunny," Eron bubbled, pointing into the sky with his little clawed finger.  Tarrin was truly surprised that Eron had managed to sit still for nearly 