Free Psyched Out by Viola Grace Page B

hops up and stares at her with those freaky eyes of his.” The healer was good natured but exasperated.
    Veera looked over at Wimsah, and she smiled. The healers were keeping her muscles fit and her body cleaned and fed. The Yaluthu on the unconscious woman’s chest was matte black and did indeed have freaky eyes. His gaze was a pale crystal with a hint of grey. The pupils were a dark and obvious spot, as were the rings around the iris.
    “Hey, Spot. How is she today?”
    He looked up at her and cocked his head. A small chirp answered her. It was simple, she was the same.
    “Well, you won’t be on solo duty much longer. She is going to be bonded to a Nyal Guardian. Will you be able to deal with moving?”
    The healer brightened. “She has a match?”
    “And he is willing to take her home for her recuperation. I would love to have her here, but if he needs to return home and he is her only chance at stabilization, we are stuck. She goes where he goes.”
    “What about her Yaluthu?”
    “If he has chosen her, she has no option. She has two guys who have to be with her all the time.” Veera settled into a chair and took Wimsah’s hand. “I am going in. Alert me if anything happens.
    “Does Stanik know you do that?”
    Veera looked at the healer with a narrow look. “No, and he has never asked.”
    Veera closed her eyes and touched Wimsah’s mind. “If you can give us a minute that would be welcome. You too, Spot.”
    The Yaluthu chirped smugly and settled on his chosen bondmate. He wasn’t going anywhere. It showed in every line of his pudgy body.
     

Chapter Two
     
     
    Wimsah looked at Veera and smiled, waving a tea set into being. “Hello, Veera.”
    “Hello, Wimsah. How are you feeling today?”
    She shrugged and sat to pour tea on the edge of her charming balcony that looked out over her mindscape. “I am the same. Is that little thing still sitting on me?”
    “Yes. He is. We are calling him Spot. Has he given you another name to call him by?”
    Wimsah shook her head. “No. I don’t talk to him much. I am not sure why he is even here.”
    “He is here because he has chosen you as his person. He is a Yaluthu and their means of procreation is achieving personal evolution through linking to another being. When you are whole and strong, he can change into his adult form. My Yaluthu, Fixit, can show you what he will look like.”
    “Do I have a choice in it?” She made teacakes appear. “I know I should be tired of asking that by now, but it is an ingrained reflex.”
    “No. Yaluthu do the choosing.” Veera sipped at her psychic tea.
    “Ah well. I appreciate your visit but what prompted it?”
    Veera set her teacup down deliberately. “I have gotten an offer of a matched mind for you, but it would involve you going to the Nyal Imperium to be partnered with a Guardian on an alien world. Spot can go with you.”
    “But, I won’t be dangerous anymore.”
    “Correct. His mind is strong enough to match yours and hold the wild power at bay until you can learn to control it.”
    “What then? Will I be free then?” It was a question that needed to be asked.
    “No. But you will be able to use your mind in the defense of others.”
    “I suppose I will have to settle for that.” She glanced over and watched the small figure hopping just in her peripheral vision.
    She turned in her chair and beckoned him forward. “Come on, Spot. If I am going to be stuck with you, I want to get to know you.”
    He didn’t need to be asked twice; he scampered over to her and hopped up and down until she lifted him up and into her lap. He snuggled against her chest and chirped wildly with his stubby black wings flapping.
    “His name is Spot.”
    “Of course it is.” Veera laughed. “He must have been broadcasting it.”
    He wiggled when Wimsah scratched his head.
    They sat together for a few minutes, and then, Veera got to her feet. “Well, I will be returning to myself now. If you have accepted Spot, he will