to thank you, Mr. Tasc, for coming to get me. I do appreciate your efforts.”
The man looked at her in surprise. “You’re welcome. Please, do not be distressed by the mix up on your arrival. I assure you we will work out suitable arrangements for you to stay tonight. Your new quarters will be ready tomorrow.”
“I’m not concerned. Whatever you arrange will be fine, I don’t need much.” Rori tried to assure him.
“Yes.” Tasc looked at her and really seemed to look at her. “You know, young lady.” A spark of light lit his eyes. “It is not considered polite to use your talent to probe someone.”
Rori’s breath caught with her embarrassment that he knew what she’d done.
His lips twitched. “Then again after reading your chart, this is all a new aspect of your talent for you isn’t it?”
“Yes.” Rori felt herself start to blush even more.
“It’s all right.” The man actually grinned. “You need to explore and develop. You haven’t had much time yet.” There now was compassion in the man’s voice. “Have you been able to identify any other emerging talents?”
“I’m not sure.” Rori fumbled over the words.
Tasc’s brow furrowed slightly and she knew he was studying her. After a second, he actually smiled. “Do not be concerned. You are a multi-talent like your grandfather, though much stronger. You will do well.”
“Mr. Tasc?”
“Just Tasc is fine. Yes?”
“What is your talent, if I may ask?”
“Probably close to what you’ve surmised. My talents led me to organization. I see patterns, but I also can read talents in other people. Much like you were doing with emotions. I can usually figure out what they are. Place or sort them, if you will. You, though, are hard to read because you are so strong and varied. Your talents are muddy, overshadowing and layered. I’m guessing that is because they have been repressed and have not had the chance to develop individually yet. Dr. Narrasa should be able to tell you. He is over the physical and mental care of the Guardians. He is a strong reader besides a healer. It will be hard to catalog your talents, though, until you start to use them. I can tell you that. Also you will be a great asset to the Guardians.”
Rori was shocked at all that came out of the man who had remained so brisk and quiet until then. “Thank you.” Her insides quivered and she hoped what he said was true. She hated to admit but it worried her. Within her, things felt so strange but right.
Guardians usually went into training in their mid-teens and graduated out into full service at nineteen or twenty. And although she started rescue training at fifteen when she showed she was a searcher, finding a young girl lost in the jungle when no one else could, she was now nineteen years old. It sounded like she was being placed with an already existing team, so it would be basically on-the-job training. The thought terrified her.
“Through the doors. He’s waiting for you.” Tasc broke into her thoughts nodding to the door, once more back to his abrupt manner.
Rori didn’t need to send out her talent to know his mind was already focused on organizing things as needed. She forced herself to the door which slid open on cue. She’d liked Manning Hiymm when she’d met him years earlier. Still, she was nervous. He was turned away, talking to someone on the comm-link when she approached his desk. Unconsciously, Rori took a rigid stance, her head held high, body stiff. She caught a glimpse of a man in a security uniform before she heard the director say, “I’ll get back to you later for more information.” The screen went blank.
“Rori.” The wiry man turned to her. “Relax.” He stood, coming around his desk, reaching out to grasp her in an informal greeting. “How is your grandfather?”
“Fine, sir.” Rori was aware Hiymm talked to her grandfather regularly and it was a ploy to get her to relax. Fortunately, it worked. When she settled into the