Star Wars - Lost Tribe of the Sith 02 - Skyborn

someone, butNink, as fearful of the newcomers as he was of the mountain’s native wildlife, had spent the last few days far out of reach, above.
    Drinking the broth—it was filling, not unlike her mother’s stew, she thought—Adari wrestled with the problem. Nink
might
come when she called, but only if she was standing in the open, alone. She could fly to land and return with help. “I couldn’t take any riders, though.” Nink might not appear if she was accompanied, and a novice rider could never carry a passenger in any event. “I’d have to go alone. But I’d return as soon as I could.”
    “She will not!”
    Adari knew the voice before she even looked up.
The screamer
. The mother of the small child charged toward the smoldering campfire. “She will abandon us!”
    Korsin rose and took the woman aside. Adari heard heated words exchanged, unfamiliar ones. But in bidding the woman away, he spoke words Adari did recognize: “We are her deliverance, and she is ours.”
    Adari watched the woman, still glaring at her from afar. “She doesn’t like me.”
    “Seelah?” Korsin shrugged. “She’s concerned over her mate—lost from the crash site. And with a child, she’s anxious to leave this mountain.” He smiled, offering to help Adari stand. “As a mother, I’m sure you understand.”
    Adari gulped. She hadn’t mentioned her children. She’d barely even thought about them since she arrived among the newcomers, she realized. Shaking her head in guilt, she revealed something else: that the Keshiri might not listen to her.
    Korsin seemed unsurprised—and unruffled. “You’re smart, Adari. You’ll make them listen.” He gently wrapped her shoulders with the azure blanket she’d slept beneath. “Keep this,” he said. “The sun’s setting soon. It could be a cold ride.”
    Adari looked around. Seelah stood in silent fury, unmoved from before. The others Korsin had introduced eyed their leader nervously; red tentacle-jowled Ravilan exchanged a worried look with Hestus. Even the hulking Gloyd, who, despite his brutish appearance, was clearly Korsin’s greatest ally here, shifted uncomfortably. But no one barred her from leaving their campsite.
    When a strong hand did stop her at the edge of the clearing, she was surprised to see whose it was: Korsin’s. “About the Keshiri,” Korsin said. “You told us about Tahv, your town—it sounds a good size. But how many are the Keshiri? How many Keshiri are there in all, I mean?”
    Adari answered immediately. “We’re numberless.”
    “Ah,” Korsin said, his posture softening. “You mean they have never been counted.”
    “No,” Adari said. “I mean,
we don’t have a number that large
.”
    Korsin froze, his grip on her arm tightening. His dark eyes, slightly smaller than a Keshiri’s, focused on the wilderness beyond. She’d never seen him unnerved. If this was it, it lasted less than a second before he stepped back.
    “Before you leave,” he said, finding a tree to lean against, “tell me what you know about the Skyborn.”
    Korsin had called the vessel he arrived in
Omen
. The word not only existed in the Keshiri tongue, but was a long-held favorite of the Neshtovar. Watching what was happening now on the plaza known as the Circle Eternal, Adari guessed even the uvak-riding chiefs were realizing the irony.
    She had returned to Korsin after a single day, one full week after
Omen
had collided with the mountain—and with her life. It had been a simple matter for her toattract the uvak-riders there; as soon as the patrols spotted her and Nink, they followed the whole way to the Cetajan Range. The place had been the scene for several surprises in recent times, but none trumped the moment when the Neshtovar came upon Adari standing defiantly amid 240 supportive visitors from above, almost every one signaling his or her presence with a glowing ruby lightsaber. She didn’t have one of the strange devices, but she glowed just the same from within. Adari Vaal, collector of rocks and enemy of order was now Adari Vaal, discoverer and rescuer; answerer of the mountain’s call.
    Add “prophet” to that, she thought as she watched the dozen score visitors—some hobbling from their ordeal—enter the Circle Eternal. They passed between gawking, silent crowds of Keshiri, many of the same people from her door the week before. Ahead in the Circle, all the Neshtovar in the region were present, more than she’d ever seen. Three days of aerial