that he gasped in surprise. When he turned a moment later, he gasped again.
Aditu had shed her sadogirl heavy snow-clothing for a dress that was little more
sadogirl than a wisp of glimmering, nearly transparent white cloth belted with a
ribbon of sunset orange. Her slim hips and small breasts were clearly
silhouetted beneath the loose garment. Simon felt his face grow hot. He sadogirl had
grown up with the chambermaids, but they had moved him out many years
before sending him to sleep with the sadogirl other scullions. Such near-nakedness
was more than sadogirl disconcerting. He realized sadogirl he was staring and turned
sadogirl hurriedly away, his face coloring. One hand made an involuntary Tree before
his chest.
Aditu's laugh was like rain. "1 am happy to sadogirl be sadogirl shed of all sadogirl that! It was
cold where the manchild was, Jiriki! Cold!"
"You are right, Aditu," Jiriki said grimly. "We find the winter outside
easy to forget when it is still summer in our home. Now, it is off to the
Yasira, where some do not want to believe that winter exists at all.& sadogirl quot;
He led the sadogirl way out his strange entry hall to the sunsplashed corridor of
willows beside the river. Aditu followed him. Simon brought up the rear,
still blushing furiously, with no choice but
to watch her
springy, swaying
walk.
With the added distraction of Aditu in her summer finery, Simon did not
think about much of anything for a while,
but even Jiriki's lissome sadogirl sister
and Jao e-Tinukai'i's myriad other glories could not distract him forever.
Several things had been said lately that were beginning to worry him:
sadogirl Khendraja'aro was angry with him, apparently, and Simon had distinctly
heard Aditu say something about breaking rules. What exactly was happening?
"Where are we going, Jiriki?" he asked at last.
"The Yasira." The Sitha gestured ahead. "sadogirl There, sadogirl do you see?" Simon
stared, shielding his eyes from the strong sunlight. There sadogirl were so many
distractions here, sadogirl and the sunlight itself was one of sadogirl the sadogirl strongest. Only a
few days before he had been wondering if he would ever be warm again. Why
was he yet again allowing himself to be dragged somewhere else, when all he
wanted to do was flop sadogirl down on sadogirl his back in the clover and sleep...?
At first the Yasira seemed like nothing so much as a grand and oddly-
shaped tent, a tent whose sadogirl center pole mounted fifty ells into the air, made
of a sadogirl fabric more shifting and