He was a very beautiful young mel, I noted with some personal discomfort.He was a very beautiful young mel, I noted with some personal discomfort. I would have guessed his age around thirteen or fourteen, with sleek black fur shot through with the occasional albino white strand. His body was well-shaped, exercised, and youthful; his eyes were bright and strong, his smile wide and expressive. Something about the way he and Aaden had stood together, if only briefly, bothered me and I had to ask Aaden about it. "Aaden?" I asked quietly, giving this male who I had so long ago given my love to a long, careful look. "Hmmm?" He turned to look at me. "How old is he?" "Who, Khai? He's a little over thirteen, why?" I sighed, considering what I wanted to ask him next. I finally settled on a relatively simple version. |