“I go. I have parents too,” Kuresur said smiling showing her two sharp lower front teeth. Zyan thought they were beautiful, but then realized that his must have been filed down when he was a baby or, since his father was half Neku, had none at all.

Can we meet again, Kuresur?” Zyan was anxious to hear her reply.

“Doiri, sure. This was first teaching; for both us.” She smiled again and jumped off the ledge.

Zyan gasped in fear, then saw here lifted by the current disappearing into the dim cloak of the cliffs. Tears started to roll down his cheeks, but these were tears of belonging.