The Books of Zambarau Maji Omnibus, Vol. 1 (excerpt)

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One

The Onyx lady told the Stardusters to ignite their dreamvision and be there.

Mial stumbled back, panting softly in the comfort of the bush. She was more than partially visible but it was comforting sitting beside it. Even if the comfort was illusion, it wasn’t as large as the one that stood before her.
They had done it.
...and it worked.
The fae didn’t look happy though. It seemed mean, eyeing her with stern fascination, before noticing a branch or twig snap under Simon, and redirecting its gaze to the boy.
Its skin was an illuminated baked caramel; a smooth dark brown like Mial's. Pink gossamer wings peeked from its back, flapping lazily in the wind.
“Why do you call me forth?”
His voice wasn’t frightening exactly. It was the tone that was alarming. There were no silver bells in it. It hosted no mirth, and dragged lazily, perhaps out of boredom.
Mial swallowed her racing thoughts in a gulp. Her eyes still wide were fixed on him. He was beautiful, but not what she’d expected. He had a terrifying aura. The pink wings were a mismatch, and seemed silly on such a powerful being. The phupha's purple hair was like a diversion hiding the force swirling in his crown.
...And he was so tall for a faerie. There was no way he’d fit into her pocket. This had been a mistake.



With a sigh, the pink winged fae, looked away from them, taking in the area around him with noted lack of interest. The pair watched him gauge his position, but neither interrupted.
Simon stilled his hand, ceasing to flip through their book, looking carefully to Mial who released his gaze abruptly.
When the fae’s eyes returned to them, it was all they could do to stay in their skins.
“What have you named me?”
“Sumoon.... I dubbed... I mean, I dub you Sumoon.”
It came out in a stutter, with barely a hint of confidence for one who was to be called his fashioner. Mial looked away with guilt. This wasn’t going at all how she’d pictured it.
The pink winged phupha squeezed his eyes closed for a moment, then opened them, frowning.
“...And my purpose?”
Somehow it clicked for Mial then. Recovering herself with virtue of taking responsibility for her choice, she rose from her crouched position, afro curls flaring out to the sides of her head. She tried to push the curls away from her face, but the wind won the fight.
“I...I give you the purpose of being a companion and comfort to
the lonely. You'll make beautiful what cruel eyes have made ugly.”
She swallowed, keeping her eyes on him, and approached him warily, drawn to his soft glowing skin. Her hand hesitated just at his face though, before she backed away with a blush .
“Very well.”
The lora murmured locking gaze with the grass beneath his
glittering brown feet.
Simon flipped nervously through the vine-covered book, but offered nothing. His earth toned fingers flitted here and there, not seeming to find what he searched for so frantically.
Glancing at him, Mial summoned her last bit of courage, feeling very much alone, regardless of his presence.
“Follow us, Sumoon. “
How smooth her words came out then, not betraying a hint of her fear.
“We have a place for you.”
The phupha, bowing his head, acceded and followed them,his fashioners, where they bade him go.



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