::PaPera, please don’t cry, your Warriors fear your tears,:: Mark said as he took the bathing cloth and carefully wiped her face.
“These are happy tears. I haven’t cried in hurt or anger since I set foot on this ship.”
::We love you, too,:: Mark and Juraens said simultaneously.
::I know, I feel it in everything you do.:: 14
“Being a medium who can communicate with souls
isn’t the same as one who can interact with them.
It’s the difference between listening in on a
conversation and changing the subject.”
―S. Kelley Harrell, Teen Spirit Guide to Modern Shamanism
Sunday, late morning
Sam and Michael went down to the play area where Michael met several children of his own age playing under their mothers’ supervision. Sam sat on one of the lounge chairs that ringed the area around a kiddie pool. He had fabricated bathing briefs for Michael and a large fluffy Egyptian cotton towel.
A man came up to him. “I’m Lieutenant Septis. You’re needed in Quarters.