will. You can come and go as you please, but I will always be with you. Occasionally, I will have to insist on my issues taking precedence, but I will attempt to limit those events. Feel. Take the joy offered in others. I understand the sleep your senses have been in. My senses rested until the first colonists attempted to dig into my soil. That touch was my first stimuli out of my boring existence. When the ship with Jurad and Yodin arrived, I leapt at the chance to have a life among the walking and talking living.
I wish you to take the same chances. I have never been able to observe it and am curious to how your mind will accept the thrills and dangers.
“Dangers?”
There are always dangers when you engage in relationships. The danger comes to the emotions, not to the body.
Gala sensed the anticipation in Rekfa. “You want to experience this, don’t you?”
Yes. Women flocked to Jurad, but after a while, he despaired when those he loved grew old and passed away. He gave up on life and faded away, leaving me with only his form as a memory. I want you to remain happy and strong for as long as you can.
She whispered again, “What if he grows tired of me?”
Then he is not worthy, and I will send him away if you wish it. This is your world now. The only ones who belong here are those who help you move forward in life. All others can be dismissed.
“That is rather harsh.”
My world, my rules. I can and will protect you at every opportunity. You are my link to the world, and your satisfaction comes first.
She listened to the vibrations of energy in Rekfa’s thoughts. He really meant it. He was bristling with his intention to keep her safe. It was almost frantic.
Gala felt the care and protection around her more than any casual touch. She breathed in and exhaled softly as the power flowed through her and out her hands and knees.
The stone shifted and changed its shape into a terraced house with wide verandas and an open courtyard in the centre. It was a cross between pictures she had seen in travel magazines back on Terra. Places she had wished to see and would never have a chance to. When you couldn’t feel your hands and feet, travel was dangerous. Even crossing the street was dangerous. The sudden feeling of freedom and protection was going to take some getting used to.
A fountain graced the centre of this particular temple. It was Gala’s personal touch to add to the formality and ceremony of the courtyard, but it was also pretty. A winged figure sprouted from the centre, and when Gala walked toward it, she noted that it was a depiction of Jurad as an angel. Her iconography was a little muddled as Jurad was holding a trident to the skies.
Thank you. It is good to see a piece of him here. He had a wife here. They did not have children, but her family still resides in this place.
“I am glad it brings you joy. I know you are still grieving.”
I will always grieve for him. He was part of me, and I part of him. Now, I have joined to you, and I will feel the same for you in time. We are still in early days.
“I know. Well, this house has been remade in my image. Time to go and enjoy my flowers.”
Rekfa was silent, but she could feel him watching as she tentatively left the temple to look for Arez. He was right where she had left him but sitting on the ground with the flowers in his lap. They looked just as fresh as they had when she had entered the temple.
The crowd watching rubbed their eyes and stood up, applauding as she came out.
“My name is Gala-Rekfa, and I am your Avatar.” She inclined her head to the crowd.
Arez smiled. “May we go in so that you can examine the gifts Aster sent?”
She beckoned him, and they returned to the interior of the temple.
“Nice job. It is much more you. Jurad was a traditionalist. This is much more accessible.”
Gala chuckled. “Thank you. It is somewhere I always wished I could go when I was back on Terra. Now, it is home.”
He smiled. “A lovely