Syn spoke up, “Meg was about ten mots late last moontine…”
Snowy jumped up to the table. “I can see him in my head. Can you look?”
“It would probably be better if you read me,” Meg said quietly.
“Meg, you don’t have to do this,” Sam protested.
“Yes, I do. Sarran have given me you and Tarin, friends, and a life other than taking in other people’s wash and mending. I have to give back. Go ahead TeZaron, read me.”
“TeSamuel, TeTarin do I have your permission to read your fem?” Zaron asked.
“Meg is her own person. If she gives her consent, she has our support.” Sam glanced at Tarin who nodded his head.
“Come stand by me Meg, I’m going to put my hands around your head and touch your forehead with mine.” Zaron took a step towards Meg. She relaxed and closed her eyes.