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The Janarim looked at Zuberi, a low growl coming from deep in its voice. Zuberi met the sharp red eyes, not moving an inch. The growl grew a little louder. Still Zuberi didn't move. The two stared at one another, waiting. Then Zuberi moved. He threw the branch in the air, letting it spin. The Janarim turned and run after the branch, her large tail lashing behind her. A smile curled Zuberi's lips, though his gaze immediately turned to his traveling companion.

L'lhynd. He still couldn't get over the changes. They were slight he supposed, but to him they were so big. His hands itched to run his hands through L'lhynd's hair. Now that it was longer the unique color stood out even more. Zuberi wondered how it would look even longer, enough to twist into his hands and...

Bakr came back and bumped his hand, whimpering. Zuberi looked at the Janarim. The branch was almost broken in two by Bakr's sharp teeth, but still usable. Zuberi reached over and gave Bakr a pet on the head. "Good girl."

She wagged her tall lashing it around her and dropped the branch with a thump, but instead of picking it up Zuberi gave the girl's head a pet one more time, before walking over to L'lhynd. He stood over the man. "What are you doing?" he asked curiously. Behind him Bakr let out a growl, but he ignored her.

L'lhynd seemed irritated, but he always seemed irritated lately. It was interesting. Back when the Matorian had been a slave in his house, he had seen hints of L'lhynd's irritation before. They had always fascinated him, but now he seem much more free with it. It still fascinated him. Zuberi sat down beside him. "What are rolags?" he asked

That was another new thing about L'lhynd, or at least new to Zuberi, was that the Matorian was some sort of tailor. It was something Zuberi had no knowledge about and had no inclination to learn, but he liked seeing L'lhynd's face when he talked about it. He could spend hours just hearing him talk about cloth or sewing or a number of things Zuberi had never heard of. And the whole time Zuberi would listen intently, trying to remember the words, not because he was interested in tailoring, but because it was important to L'lhynd. The Matorian always seemed excited and happy, not something he was used to seeing on L'lhynd's face. It also made him realize just how little of this sort of expression he had seen on L'lhynd's face while he had lived with Zuberi. It had been a hard realization, to know that L'lhynd had rarely been happy around him.

Still there was some hope. There were little things. For one, every time he looked at the Quhar. It was named Zu after him, something he took endless delight in. It hadn't gone pass Zuberi how much L'lhynd spoiled the beast or that by naming him after Zuberi that he had always been in L'lhynd's thought even during the years that separated them. It warmed him and made him feel there was still a connection between them.

"Bakr is fine," Zuberi said and whistled, calling the Janarim towards him. The Janarim ran over, stopping abruptly in front of them. "Lay down," Zuberi ordered. Bakr laid down obediently. "See, she's well trained." He patted his lap and the Janarim shifted forward, resting her large head on Zuberi's thigh. Zuberi didn't seem to mind the extra weight and patted her head.

Bakr blew out contently, though she shifted her head to look at L'lhynd, glaring at him.