“You wake her up.”
Kaylin’s eyelids felt glued shut. She opened them anyway. Above her head, a tiny dragon appeared to be running in place.
“Why me? It’s not my decision that’s causing the difficulty!” That was definitely Mandoran.
She didn’t immediately reach for the dagger under her pillow. She did, however, push herself into something that resembled a sitting position. Her familiar leapt up on her shoulder, where he squawked at the hair that then fell into his face.
“You were the one who said we should warn her.” Annarion.
Kaylin knew that the two Barrani men could argue with their mouths shut. They knew each other’s True Names, and had their miniature version of telepathy. Grimly—morning was her best time of day only if you made a list and turned it upside down—she slid off her bed and toward a night robe, determined to remind them that they could argue silently.
“If the two of you could shut up for five minutes, I’ll wake her up.” That was Tain. Kaylin froze and changed clothing direction; there was no way she was going back to sleep.
“I think she’s awake now,” Helen, her sentient house, said, with just a hint of disapproval.
“Good.”
Say that in five minutes, Kaylin thought, shoving her arms into her shirt. The buttons were on the inside, which was not where they were supposed to be. “Helen, can I have some light?”
Light immediately flooded the room. The familiar squawked his resentment. Kaylin was saving hers for possible future need, but she was now worried. “Is Teela here?”
“Not yet, dear.”
Tain didn’t drop by for a random social visit. Not without Teela.
“What’s happened?”
“It’s not an emergency,” was Helen’s gentle reply. “Or at least not yet.”
* * *
“Don’t give me that look,” Tain said, before Kaylin could open her mouth.
“Why are you here?”
“Ask Mandoran.” Tain looked about as happy as Kaylin felt, which was unreasonable given that Barrani didn’t need sleep unless they were badly injured.
Kaylin, however, swiveled in Mandoran’s direction.
“Teela’s coming over,” he said.
“What happened?”
“Nothing yet.”
“Why is she coming over?”
The two younger Barrani exchanged a glance. To Kaylin’s surprise, it was Annarion who answered. “She’s coming to ask Helen if she can move in for a while.”
Kaylin turned to Tain.
“I haven’t spoken to her yet,” Teela’s partner replied. His eyes were blue.
“I believe,” Helen said, interrupting them before Kaylin could speak, “you can ask her yourself. She’s almost at the front door.”
“Don’t look at me like that,” Mandoran told Kaylin. “This has nothing to do with me. I voted against it.”
“Against what?”
When Mandoran failed to answer, she passed the frown on to Annarion, who looked both defiant and uncomfortable. “I’m taking the Test of Name.”
Tain’s eyes darkened to a midnight blue, and if Kaylin hadn’t been human, hers would have joined them. “You’re what?”
“I’m going to the High Halls to take the Test of Name.”
* * *
Kaylin was not stupid, in spite of what many of her early teachers had believed. She could put two plus two together and end up with four. “If Teela is coming over to ask if she can stay for a while,” Kaylin said out loud, “does that mean the rest of the cohort are coming to visit as well?”
“Not without your permission,” Annarion replied, guilt shifting the corners of his eyes and mouth.
“Look, some of us think it’s an incredibly stupid decision. But we know it’s dangerous, and none of the rest of us have taken the Test, either. If he goes, we’re not going to let him go on his own.”
“Teela’s taken the Test.”
Mandoran exhaled. “Yes. We know. That’s part of the problem. She can’t come with us.” He stared, quite deliberately, at his feet. Since this meant—to Kaylin—that he was trying not to look at anyone else, she frowned.