Temporal Soup for the Soul

Three hours passed before Jadyn’s mind settled enough to let him sleep.

He’d spent the first two lost in thought, sitting quietly on the edge of the biobed with the blood-stained cloth clenched tightly in his lacerated hand, the dermal regenerator held delicately in the other. No matter how he tried to piece things together, nothing made sense at all - Tari’s sudden reappearance, his healing gift’s sudden disappearance, T’bia’s stubborn refusal to explain any of it.

More fragments of his recent memory clicked into place as he traced, over and over in his mind’s eye, the events leading to a boiling vial of blood exploding in his hand. He was certain - mostly, at least - that Tari’s blood had been in that vial. There was a very good possibility that he’d tried to use it to locate her using a form of Void manipulation he’d long ago been forbidden to ever use. Creating a blood bond in the Art was straight up a bad idea in the best of conditions, yet something - impatience, and probably desperation - had compelled him to try. Apparently, something had gone completely and terribly wrong.

Where every recent memory beforehand was in a fog, every recollection after the vial’s shattering was nightmarish at best. A sense of spiritual rending… A strange dream of walking around an old Galactic Fleet vessel, a brief image of assaulting Tari… Then, icy darkness, every living sensation fading under the timeless, relentless nothingness of the Void.

Yet, somehow, even within the great expanse of the Void itself, the warmth of the Light had found him and cradled him, lifting him from descent into oblivion. That same strange sadness and love he’d sensed so long ago, when he’d died for the very first time, reached him once again.

And then, in both an eternity and an instant later, he’d woken up with a throbbing headache and Tari sleeping peacefully beside him.

Two hours in, he gave up on trying to figure out anything and healed his laceration with the regenerator. It wasn’t until he went to put away the tools on the cart, hoping the menial task would distract him, that he noticed part of the room was missing. He’d turned to walk to the surgical drawers and instead found a wall where the little protected alcove should have been. It had been so well integrated into the room that had he not known something should have been there, he wouldn’t have suspected it.

Without his healing working at full tilt, brute-forcing his way through an energy barrier disguised as a real wall was definitely not a good idea. T’bia simply told him to get a nap when he called to find out what was behind it. Aerin flat out ignored his command to shut down the hologram. If the ship was really on a full regeneration run, all the emitters should have been offline, anyway.

And so, three hours after he’d woken up, he finally laid down beside the sleeping kitsune and settled into an uneasy slumber.

He woke again a few hours later, sensing weight on his chest. It wasn’t entirely uncomfortable; in fact, it seemed downright familiar. Memories of walking through a blizzard came to mind as earthy scents of the forest filled his nostrils. Stretching out, he sensed the weight shift slightly, and wrapped his arms around it before opening his eyes. A pair of teal pools stared back at him, a huge grin on the kitsune’s face as her tails drifted to and fro.

“We’ve got to stop meeting like this,” he spoke gently. “The neighbors might start talking.”

“Let them.” Her arms snaked behind his head, gently pulling herself close enough to nuzzle his neck. “I’m glad you’re all right.”

“Ditto that. I do have to admit, I’m a little disappointed to see you.”

“How come?”

“How am I supposed to do the heroic thing now? I can’t swoop in to save the damsel in distress when you’re already back in my arms.”

Tari snorted a laugh, sitting up and straddling his abdomen. “You did save the day in your own peculiar way. However, in my eventual retelling of the story to my grandchildren, you’ll be the one wearing the dress in the glass coffin while I wake you from your eternal slumber with a kiss. I’m going to call it ‘The Story of Sleeping Blue-Tee.’”

“So I did get you back here, somehow?”

Her smile faded as she gazed into his eyes. “You really don’t remember any of it, do you?”

“I’m still a little cloudy. The last memory I have of us in any fashion is me slapping you across the face, but I don’t have any context explaining why.”

“Wonderful. All that time bonded together and the only thing you’ve taken away from it is a moment of domestic violence in a waking dream.” Tari eased to the floor, standing beside the bed as he sat up. “Only you would be boneheaded enough to create a gigantic spiritual link with a soul-sucking oriental vampire, then not remember any of it the next day.”

“How long was I out?”

“I’ve been back a week and a half. Toss another day or two on top of that and we’re right in the ballpark.”

“Oof. So… How did you get back?”

“Hold that thought. There’s something else you need to be aware of, first.” Tari gently pressed Jadyn’s left hand against her left upper arm, mimicking the gesture on his own arm. “Keep holding just like that. This may be a little intense, but it’ll be short. Ready?”

“I… guess so? What -“

Every ounce of self-preservation screamed in his head to make her stop whatever she was doing as the most intense euphoria he’d ever known flooded over him. In that moment, nothing else mattered. The loss of his homeworld, the dead friends and family, even the wonderful things in his current life - everything was washed away as rapture enveloped his thoughts. The warmth of the Light had been comforting - a warm blanket and a crackling hearth, a lover’s embrace, the quiet song of a mother lulling her children to sleep. This… This was the wild throes of passion, carnal pleasure, transcendent ecstasy.

The whole experience couldn’t have lasted more than three seconds. Even as it faded, he wished for more as much as he desperately wanted it to stop.

“You all right?” she spoke quietly, letting go of his arm and gently prying his fingers from her own.

“Uh… No, I don’t think so.” Jadyn swallowed, discovering his hands were quaking. “I feel like I’m going through withdrawal symptoms from… Whatever that was.”

“That is the sensation of a kitsune feeding on the soul of a mortal. By the look in your eyes, you got the mostly happy version.”

“I’d hate to find out what the mostly unhappy one is like.”

“I’ve heard it’s similar to being dipped in salt water and lemon juice after having your skin flayed off.” Tari softly grasped his hands, quelling his trembling. “This is the second time I’ll be explaining this to you, so bear with me. At least now I’ve got a better idea of what exactly happened.”

“All right.”

“The day we met, when you pulled me out of that trap and bandaged me up, I tried to use my gifts to heal myself. I didn’t have the strength left to do it on my own. Without actually realizing I’d done anything, I bonded with you in a way that normally only a pureblooded kitsune would - I created a feeding link between us. You’ve probably felt it as a mild sense of euphoria every time we’ve been in proximity to each other.”

“Come to think of it, I did notice that. I thought I was just always extremely happy to see you.” Jadyn grimaced at her glare. “Sorry. Go on.”

“You mixed our blood while trying to weave something in the Art that was supposed to help find me. That combined with the link you formed gave the feeding bond a wide open multi-lane highway. I wasn’t in complete control of myself at the time it happened, and in desperation a part of me yanked out absolutely everything you could offer. I drained a great deal of your energy… And pulled out every last scrap of your soul.”

She gently parted the fur on both their arms, showing him the matching curse marks where their hands had just been. “Because of that accident, I’ve now drawn so much through this link that it’s been scarred into both of us. It should have just collapsed on its own when I didn’t need it anymore, but it didn’t. I have no idea how to remove it.”

Jadyn peered at the four dark dots hidden in his pelt, tracing his finger over the odd scar. “Why would a pureblood need to do this and you wouldn’t?”

“Hybrids like myself draw primarily on the strength of our own soul as a source of power for our spiritual gifts. Purebloods don’t have souls - they’re purely spirits. The only way they can sustain themselves in our world is by leeching the energy of the things around them - trees, wildlife, the land, oceans, weather… But nothing works as well as a mortal soul when you balance the ease of obtaining it against the ease of digestion, so to speak.”

The noises around them suddenly changed as the ship’s regeneration came to an end. Jadyn squinted, expecting the lights overhead to suddenly blast to full; to his relief the backlighting stayed comfortably in place. “Something’s different, though. I’m not noticing that euphoria anymore,” he observed.

“Now that I know it’s there, I’m willfully keeping the link capped since I can’t shut it permanently. Are you familiar with artesian wellheads?”

“Pressure in the aquifer pushes water out, instead of needing to pump it.”

“The same thing is happening across this bonding. It’s like… I haven’t actually drawn anything from you, other than that one big ‘oops’ and the demo I just gave you. It wasn’t so bad while you were unconscious a little while ago, but since you’ve been awake it’s actually starting to take a great deal of conscious effort to keep it plugged up.”

“Then don’t.”

“Jay - I had no right to do this to you without your consent. I can’t just keep leeching off you like some sort of parasite.”

Jadyn gently cupped her cheeks. “Tari… I forgive you. It was an accident and you’re doing your best to make up for it, I realize that. For now, just relax and let it go. It’s not going to hurt me in the long run.”

“You don’t know that.” She grimaced. “Neither do I, technically…”

“Listen… If it’s in some small way benefiting you, all the better. I’ll slap a bow on my arm and call this your birthday present.”

“Don’t you dare weasel out on me like that.” Tari closed her eyes. “Are you absolutely sure?”

“I am. I’ve been surviving just fine with this thing passing my energy to you up until now. I can deal with it for a little longer. Might have a way to collapse it myself.”

“How so?”

“I’ve got to do a little reading, but I’d bet I can collapse the blood link I formed around this feeding bond of yours and tie them both in such a knot that nothing will ever get through either one again.”

Her eyes squinting as she considered, Tari nodded ever so slightly. “That could actually work… Okay. Brace yourself.”

“Go ahead.” A touch of lightheadedness bubbled up as the euphoric glee came back, far more muted than in her direct feeding demonstration. “Woo…”

“I really don’t think I should leave you like this -“

“I’m fine, I’m fine… Just take a minute for my head to settle. Bee? I heard regeneration go offline, so I assume you’re listening in again.”

“Yo,” she greeted, appearing beside Tarioshi. “What’s up, Mister tall, dark, and allegedly rather delicious?”

“Why is there a wall hiding the surgical station, and how’d you manage to keep it up with regeneration going?”

“Hi, remember me?” Tari pointed at herself with both hands. “The sole illusionist on staff?”

“Okay, that answers ‘how.’ Nicely integrated, by the way. What about ‘why?’”

“Tari, you done covering personal concerns for now?” T’bia asked.

“Does telling me how she got back fall into that?”

Tari patted Jadyn’s knee. “Come on. Got something to show you before you peek behind the curtain. Or, wait. Bee, what do you think first? Mail call?”

“We’ll save the most mind-rending thing for last. By the way, Jay,” T’bia spoke, stepping out into the hall. “I’m giving you my two weeks’ notice.”

“Hm?” Jadyn vocalized, easing to his feet. “What do you mean?”

“It’s just that I’ve found a better employment opportunity.”

“Oh, do tell. Someone have an opening for a noisy blender?” Padding across the room, the blue fox stepped into the hall and stopped dead. Outside the window, the giant behemoth of the J’Ruhn drifted silently in orbit above Veloria. “My Goddess…”

“Mine’s bigger than yours,” Tari quipped, patting him on the back.

“Ah, he’s awake at last?” Toliya grinned as the trio emerged into the command deck. “Good to see you’re on your feet, Jay. How are you feeling?”


“Ditto that. We’re ready for main power as soon as you care to spin up the core, Tari.”

“So soon?”

“Well, it’s definitely not flightworthy, if that’s what you’re thinking. We’ve rerouted around the worst power grid damage until we can get replacements reverse-engineered, unless the resident owners of the tech rights suddenly become generous and allow us to make real replacements.”

T’bia snapped her fingers. “Oh, that’s right. Jay, I wanted to ask you… Helloooo there!”

“Hm?” Jadyn blinked, shaking off his reverie. “Sorry, Bee. I just… Even knowing it was out there after Iguano told us everything… I didn’t think I’d see it in one piece…” He wiped his eyes. “Sorry.”

“Trust me, I know. We’re standing in a piece of home a very long way from home. As much as I’d like to just turn you loose right now to reminisce I need you to stick with me for just a few minutes.” T’bia stuck a datapad in his hand. “I’d like to make arrangements to have an AF shipyard fabricate components for the repair work.”

“Really?” he asked, paging through the manifest. “What do you guys need you can’t replace with something else?”

“Lots. The J’Ruhn was one of the last ships that came out of the Galactic Fleet yards before Val’Trax fell. Even though the majority of the ship isn’t just our tech, the more mundane parts are still specialty items - there’s no immediately viable alternative. Besides, it won’t be the end of the universe if the parts in question wind up designed into some other Fleet vessels in the future. Now, the biotech components that are failing are something else entirely.”

“Right. To even begin to rebuild those you’d need -“

T’bia tapped the ‘page down’ indicator flashing on his pad.

”- the DNA… keys? That’s… How…” Jadyn shook his head. “I don’t think I’m even going to ask.”

“You’ll figure it out. Once main power is up I’ll have access to a secure and mostly-equipped gene lab for growing the components.”

“The one Chameleon grew Khamai and Iguano in.”

“He prefers ‘Anolis,’” Tari pointed out.


“You’ll figure it out,” T’bia repeated. “So! With your okay, and that of the ship’s new CO -“

“Which you implicitly have in regards to all repairs,” Tari added.

”- I’ll start getting permanent replacements fabricated on all fronts.”

“You’re going to oversee the biotech side yourself?” he asked, eliciting a nod. “Okay. Do what you need to do.”

“Thank you. Tari, let’s bring the Displacement core online. I’d like to check out my new workshop.”

“All righty.” The kitsune strolled up to the Engineering console, paging through displays like a veteran. Jadyn’s jaw fell slack as he watched her go through every pre-start checklist without ever referring to a cheatsheet - or a language translation guide. “All systems clear for main engine start… Access denied?”

“Tari?” Toliya questioned. “When did you grow a second tail?”

“Oh! That would be part of the problem, wouldn’t it?” Tari peered at herself, snapping her arms straight out from her sides; her entire form immediately altered back to her adopted Val’Traxan body. “Let’s pretend that never happened, Toy.”

“Not the most inexplicable thing I’ve ever seen,” the snow leopard observed. “Weird things tend to happen around Jay. Pan’Lidaefel to Veloria Orbital - Status update. J’Ruhn main power coming back online momentarily.”

Understood. Orbital clear.

“Here we go. Displacement core initialization.” Tari tapped on the display, grinning as the core diagnostics flicked from red through yellow, finally settling in the green. “We have main power.”

“Yippee!” T’bia cheered, moving to the stepdisk. “All right, I’m off to see what I need to order in for supplies. Tari - keep an eye on him?”

Jadyn snorted as the skunk vanished in a blink. “I hardly need a shadow. I’d be content marking a bunch of things off a growing list of needed explanations. For one thing, I didn’t notice until I saw you paging through Val’Traxan language displays that you’ve actually been speaking Velorian Standard all this time…”

“You’ll figure it out. Come on.” Slipping up beside him, she looped her arm through his and led him to the disk. “Let’s go have a look around.”

Lopiakuen Tzeki?”

Jadyn frowned, turning around. Just entering the command deck from the far side’s door, a white lizard strolled across the floor and stopped before them, gently nodding his head in greeting.

“Please forgive me for not meeting you with a handshake,” he stated, briefly unclasping his hands from behind his back in demonstration. “Even with the gloves as a barrier, I have found that those who are aware of my nature are not entirely comfortable with - oh. Well. I suppose I should not be entirely surprised by this.”

Jadyn nodded, his hand outstretched; the lizard gently clasped it. “You prefer Anolis, I’m told? Iguano thought you were dead.”

“My eldest, Khamai, was not forthcoming with him regarding the truth of my fate. Has his condition changed?”

“Bee,” Tari called. “How’s Khamai?”

No change, sorry.

“That is unfortunate…” Anolis shook his head. “I hope he wakes long enough for me to forgive him.”

“Tari…” Jadyn began.

“We got a little distracted once you saw the ship, but he’s in a coma behind the false wall.”

“Ah.” He scratched behind his ear. “Are you the nemaqi I encountered back home?”

“I am the very same. I must say I am surprised to find you so far removed from that place, both in distance and time.”

“I could say the same thing about you.”

“Mm. I always wished I could thank you properly for your valiant effort to argue with your superior for my release. Truth be told, when your Haropikuen told me I would yet find that chance, I did not believe her. Nevertheless - events unfolded almost exactly as she predicted up through my forced entry into cold sleep and my subsequent awakening mere days ago.”

“So I’ve yet to actually find an explanation for how you got back,” he spoke, peering at Tarioshi. “I was half-hoping he was it.”

“No such luck,” she consoled. “Don’t worry! You’ll figure it out.”

“That’s getting very old, very quickly.”

Lopiakuen,” Anolis stated, then faced Tari. “And you as well, Captain… This ship has been my home for many years. While I am more than content seeing it in your capable hands, I would request permission to remain aboard for the time being. I literally have nowhere else to go. I will gladly assist repairs where I will not be a hindrance, and I believe I can be of further help once it comes to… Hm.”

“To what?” Jadyn asked.

“My apologies… But something the Haropikuen told me just came to mind. Have you yet viewed your letter?”

His eyebrow hitched up. “What letter?”

“Er… I suppose there’s no time like the present.” Tari fished a violet crystal out of her pocket and pressed it into his palm. “Your grandmother helped save your life.”

“Did she do one of those weird things with the weird two-way thing?”


“I always wanted to see one of those… Never expected to.” Jadyn sighed, holding the crystal in the light. “The question is, am I supposed to watch it now, or later?”

“I think that whenever you do decide to look, it’s exactly when you’re supposed to.” Tari rubbed his arm. “Let’s hold off on the tour and get you filled in on everything that happened while you were out. Afterward might be a good time to open the file.”

This message is dated the second day of J’ae, 2419.” Shaytelli sighed. “I’ve been back and forth over the last two weeks trying to decide how to compose this letter. I’d wholly decided on making it a normal message lacking the temporal two-way aspect.

“But you didn’t.”

No. Exactly one minute ago I changed my mind.

“Acting impulsively? That’s really not like you, Grandma Shay.”

And sending these odd messages into the future is?” she replied, grinning. “I realize the rumors are out there about my time-shifted conversations, but I have really recorded very few of them. Tell me - who is this beautiful vixen at your side? She’s certainly on par with Anni.

“Ma’am?” Tari asked. “We met a few days ago, on a similar recording. Given, I was in a different bodyform at the time -“

Ah, yes, you must be the one at fault for separating my grandson’s body and soul. The shapedancer I’m supposed to help?

She blinked. “Uh… Yes. Yes, I am.”

Hm. Since I have yet to actually make that recording, whatever advice I’m going to give you to fix things must have worked. What’s your name?

“Tarioshi, ma’am.” She frowned. “If you really don’t know who I am… How’d you come across that attention-getter you used on me? Will use… Whatever.”

Refresh an old woman’s memory - What exactly would this ‘attention-getter’ be?

Tari spoke the first two syllables of her true name, realizing only after the sounds had left her lips that she’d just solved the matter of ‘how.’ “My gods, I really am a dense one…”

Sometimes these things solve themselves in the most simple of ways. But if what you just related to me is what I suspect it is… I see why it would have instantly earned your full attention.

“That’s part of your true name, isn’t it?” Jadyn asked.

“I nearly walked out when Bee started playing the recording addressed to me, thought it was a joke - and then I heard that name start to come out of her mouth. I’m sure I’ve never uttered a syllable of it around either of you before.” Tari shook her head. “I really thought you knew the whole thing, ma’am, and just vocalized the shortest bit out of courtesy.”

I often know more than I should. There are, however, these particularly frustrating times that I know far less than I let on.” Shaytelli looked at Jadyn, then back at Tarioshi. “Vel’Kitanaka… Would you please allow me to speak in private with my grandson?

Nodding, the kitsune squeezed his shoulder and stepped out of the room. Jadyn listened for the door to close before focusing on the picture.

“How long have you known?” he questioned.

What in particular -

“About me, about what’s just happened - Everything. Anything! If you knew that there was a problem this far out before it happened, you damn well should be aware what’s going to happen on 5 J’ae -“

Jadyn…” The elderly vixen shook her head sadly. “I am staring down the end of everything I know and love… And I’m absolutely powerless to avert it.

“You’re the Haropikuen! You’re one of the most influential people on our planet, politically and otherwise! How can you be powerless to save fifteen billion residents?”

Would you save fifteen billion only to snuff out a hundred and sixty billion in their stead?

Jadyn stared at the screen. “Are you saying - Were we sacrificed to save others?”

I shouldn’t be having this conversation, especially with you.” Shaytelli pinched herself between the eyes. “Someday you’ll understand.

“Grandmother -“

No! Jadyn, I’m sorry, but I can’t. The timeline is fragile enough without me cleaving away at it further.

“You know better than anyone that even though I have the potential aptitude to handle elemental Time as well as you, I’m terrible at shaping it because of the migraines it gives me. I’ve also always had trouble wrapping my head around the idea of causality loops.”

You and your father both have difficulty when it comes to cause following effect.

“Even I can see that the only reason you wouldn’t talk about planetfall to someone who’s living three hundred years on the other side of it is if the planetfall itself was part of a loop that person was still stuck in.” Jadyn’s face softened. “What’s going on, grandma? Really?”

You cannot un-hear what I am about to tell you. You’d best be certain you’re prepared to deal with consequences you will not realize even exist until many years have passed.

“My entire life is one giant consequence. Go ahead.”

Shaytelli closed her eyes. “What will happen, has happened, and all must happen again. This truth gives our world life and, in the same breath, promises to take it from us. If I take action to prevent planetfall I will erase from the Tapestry every Val’Traxan that has ever lived. Do you understand? I have in front of me the choice between killing everyone on this planet by doing nothing in three days’ time, or erasing billions of years of carefully guided evolution by changing the outcome.

“I… I’m sorry. I didn’t realize… But -“

Tears openly fell as she continued. “The only thing worse than knowing that I am willingly sacrificing my son and daughter-in-law to a terrible death while also sending you, your mate, and the other two thousand who will survive the massacre into a nightmarish existence normally reserved only for those damned to the depths of the Void Itself… The only thing worse than that knowledge is knowing that I am now making you aware that, one day, you will also be forced to make the exact same choice.

“In what way?”

You are not merely trapped in the causality loop. You are as integral to it as I. Perhaps moreso. There will come a day where you must choose between saving a relative handful of lives and erasing our entire existence from the Tapestry or willfully sacrificing them to ensure a hundred and fifty billion souls have a chance to exist - and that’s not even counting those yet to be conceived. I at least had the gift of foresight to see exactly when my choice would be made. You… You may not be aware that you are in the moment until it is upon you. When it happens, you must be absolutely aware of the consequences to yourself and those around you, and willingly make the choice.

“Is this the reason the Void and the Light have both forsaken me? Because I have some sort of destiny -“

Her eyes suddenly overflowed with rage. “NEVER speak of such things again! If you had any idea how much pain you cause with such a careless statement… Oh, if only…” Shaytelli took a deep breath, composing herself. “The Light has not rejected you… Never, ever… Surely you must realize that, despite your words to the contrary. You’ve sensed it, haven’t you?

“Twice now, out of all the countless times I’ve lingered in the cold embrace of Death, I’ve felt the fleeting warmth of the Light. Both those times I’ve sensed an unfathomable sadness, and a feeling of love - a longing that goes far beyond the unconditional love I’d expect from one of the alleged mothers of our culture. It feels personal.”

You’re not just sensing the Light. You’re picking up the sadness of the Kshorah of the Light, Herself. Your nature precludes you from entering the place where the rest of us eventually rest. She cannot bring you into the Light, so when She is able, She brings the faintest ember to you. The Light loves each of Her children - all the Kshorah do.

Shaytelli waved her hands dismissingly. “Enough of this morose talk. I have less than a hundred hours left in front of me and I want to hear about as much of my grandson’s life as I can possibly fit in. Tell me about how you’ve been doing. I’d love to hear more about this kitsune you’ve welcomed into your heart.

Jadyn blinked. “Wait a second. She was sitting here in Val’Traxan form. No one told you otherwise. For that matter, you called her by her last name and she didn’t give it to you…”

Indeed… And so long as she continues to believe I only know the portion of her true name that I will eventually speak outloud in my message to her, she’ll sleep far better at night.

3 Responses

  1. Dimensional says:

    What? No comments? What’s wrong with you people? This chapter is fun to read. It has time stuff all over the place. I for one would love to play with the time line. Heck, the first thing I’d do is run into my future self and kick my own ass. Obviously I’d later run into my past self and get my ass kicked, but it would still be fun. :D

    Anywho, causality is something you shouldn’t be messing with, not unless you know exactly what you should do, and you actually DO it. But there is something you failed to consider. Parallel universes and paradoxes.

    Just because you change the time line doesn’t mean the time has really altered. All it means is that you’re getting to see how things play out if something happened differently. Your time line still exists, but in order to get back to it, you have to go back to the exact moment you changed time and instead, don’t change it. Either that, or have a parallel reality drive (referencing Stargate: Atlantis season 5, episode 4, “The Daedalus Variations”).

    As for a paradox, that is something that is extremely dangerous, and causing it is the last thing anybody should do. A paradox can result in the universe getting unstable in a local point in space/time, and if left unchecked, this instability can destroy that part and possibly ripple out until it reaches every edge of the universe, ultimately destroying everything in all space AND time.

  2. Dsquare says:

    Comments? This is my first. Ok 7 years late but, I just found the story. Sci-Fi, Magic & furry…oh my.

    I’m all in. very clever tale.

  3. Derek says:

    Awesome! Welcome. :)

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