something. Mom xxx Always doing experiments, always forming a hypothesis, always— I cut off as I got to a particular memory. She kissed me there, softly, comfortingly, and I felt my mind lose its need to question her. Somewhere deep in the corridors of my mind, I heard a voice screaming my name. Hmm… no pointed ears, and your eyes aren’t the right shade of blue… the freckles certainly don’t fit… wrong shade of blond, too…”
“I… uh…” the young man said, shifting nervously, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Nymphs don’t need gemstone’s either,” I mused, my options dwindling, “but you certainly aren’t one of those—I would know—OK, I give up; how did you capture the astral being without a gemstone?”
“Like I said,” he replied, looking very nervous, “I don’t
