“Ms. Cafferty, it is another matter, altogether, that I wished to discuss with you, but it needs privacy. So if we might?” Arronotonow gestured toward a small alcove that would prevent all but the most determined eavesdropper.
Intrigued, Megan went over and perched on the bench, and much to her surprise, found the Rashak violating his usual need for large amounts of personal space to sit next to her, albeit on the far end of the tiny bench. This must be very important, or else he’s perverted by Rashak standards.
“As you know, the Rashak have been lucky enough to hold positions of honor and responsibility in the Dominion. One of those responsibilities is overseeing the Blue Harvest. Each season, the harvest has become ever more important to our Commancor lords.”
“Why? What is this Blue H
