A New Beginning: Passing The Torch

Chapter 67

It wasn't right for him to be in pain. Rustling my wings, I chittered my growing agitation. Even though I knew Drae was only trying to help, I felt like nipping his fingers to get him to leave Soranto alone.

Soranto petted me with his other hand. "It's okay."

"No. You're in pain. I can smell it." I shook my head, trying to not focus on his injuries.

He was doing a decent job of hiding the extent of his pain, but the rather sharp smell was beginning to strengthen. The odor made me want to growl at whatever was causing it. If my throat muscles weren't so tense, I probably would have growled by now. The faint musky taste at the back of my mouth was unpleasant. My throat began to feel oddly warm.

My eyes widened slightly as I recognized the taste – it was what Drake had shared with us. It was the same one that heralded a plume of flame. If I exhaled through my mouth, I could probably breathe fire right now. I quickly memorized how my muscles felt so I could try breathing fire in a safer place.

I was suddenly very grateful for the advice my parents had repeated so many times. I swallowed the air in my mouth and throat, sending the potent fire-starting gases to my stomach where it would be rendered harmless. I was going to have to avoid exhaling through my mouth for a while. This wasn't the place to play with fire.

Soranto misinterpreted the action and picked up the container of fruit. He opened it and looked at the fruit before setting it beside me. Curiosity got the best of me and I walked over to investigate. Every piece of fruit was a type I had eaten before, mostly from the fruit trees that had originated on another world and could be found in the main park.

Drae and Soranto kept applying the salve as I sampled more than a few pieces of fruit. It was fresh and juicy – much better than slightly dried-out minnows. My stomach ached by the time the container was nearly empty.

"Adeline has already sent updates to both sides of the family," Soranto's father quietly said, checking his wrist comm. "A few scouts checked out the moon where the hidden base had been located, but that section of it was blown into rubble. The Defense Labs have already created a scanner capable of detecting those new stealth shields and have sent the blueprints and details to all warships."

"Any idea where those Votaks managed to get such a cloaking device?" Soranto asked.

"From what I've heard, no. It's similar to Kergarian technology, but different enough that our scanners didn't work on it. The two we recovered were different models, so that Votak group was almost certainly responsible for making them."

"It was a rogue group?"

"From the rather noticeable lack of Votak spaceships bothering our ships, it would seem so. Which makes sense if they had been holed up in that trading ship for nearly a month."

Soranto winced slightly as he rubbed another rather dark spot on his skin. His father sat in a chair and watched.

Drae cleaned his hands and walked towards the door. "My room is next door to the right. I will keep my wrist comm on."

"Thanks, Drae." Soranto said.

The guard nodded and left the room. Silence fell, and it felt oddly heavy. I grumbled under my breath and curled up on Soranto's lap. The lack of a heat lamp or anything really familiar was keeping my exhaustion at bay for the moment, even with my full stomach.

"A fire lizard?" Soranto's father finally asked.

"They are capable of tracking sicora and crawlers."

"I know. When you first told me about your promotion to a bond animal handler, I hadn't heard of them before and had to go do some research. Not that there is much known about them. Why did you choose to be a bond animal handler instead of remaining one of the top equipment engineers?"

"I can always go back to being an equipment engineer. The opportunity to become a bond animal handler is rare, a chance that few ever have." Soranto said in a slightly clipped voice.

"Soranto," his father said firmly. "Lying won't work with me now anymore than it did when you were a mischievous youth."

Soranto huffed slightly at the rebuke before lifting his head to stare at his father with hard eyes as he stated, "Because she stole my heart, Father. It doesn't matter to me if she tracks sicora or is now too scared to go on another spaceship. She has become a part of my family and nothing is going to change that."

It sounded like a challenge – and Soranto's stance clearly showed he wasn't about to back down.

His father's lips tugged up in a slight smile. "It might have taken nearly two centuries and a small red lizard to make you stand up against me for something you believe in, regardless of the consequences, but you finally did it. I'm proud of you."

Soranto blinked a few times, taken aback by the sudden change. My mind was also trying to catch up. What had looked like a big fight brewing had turned into rather unexpected approval.

"I think you did the right thing," his father continued, "both in accepting her and in going after those who kidnapped her."

Soranto just stared at his father, as if he was too shocked to reply. From the little I recalled overhearing, this might be the first actual piece of praise his father had ever given him.

His father got to his feet and began walking towards the door. "I'll let you and your companion rest. One day soon, I will have to stop by and visit you. Don't bother tidying up or changing anything to meet my supposed expectations – I know you adopted a very different lifestyle when you moved there, and I'm curious to see what kind of life you have made for yourself."

The door quietly slid shut, leaving Soranto and me alone. Looking up, I saw that Soranto was still staring at the door. The blank gaze reminded me somewhat of the daze that the Morning Song sometimes caused.

Leaning over, I gently nipped one of his fingers. He jumped and jerked his hand back as his gaze flew down to me in disbelief.

"Sorry, but you looked like you were going into shock."

He shook his head and replied, "More like I am shocked. That was not how I expected that conversation to go."

"I liked your second reason more than your first one," I replied with a yawn.

He chuckled and petted me. "The second one is also more accurate."

I curled up a bit tighter and rubbed my head against his hand with a hum. He removed my harness for the evening and set it to the side.

"Will you be okay without a heat lamp? Don't feel shy about telling me if you need anything."

"The wild dragonets don't have a heat lamp at night, so I'm sure I'll manage. I wouldn't mind cuddling though. Your skin is nice and warm."

"Sure. Do you want me to clean your scales before we go to sleep?"

My ear tufts perked up. "Please!"

Now that he mentioned getting clean, I realized just how grimy my scales felt. They were still bright red and shiny, but they didn't quite have their normal gleam.

The cleaning kit came out of Soranto's belt pouch, and he began gently scouring my scales. The familiar routine and quietness rapidly lulled me towards the brink of sleep.

I was asleep before he even started with the oil.