Ospar
returned her smile with a quizzical one of his own. “We have just met, haven’t we? I keep reminding myself of that. It’s funny, but I feel like a part of me has
known you all along. What is that
called, Rivek?”
“Spirit
recognition.” The Imdiko told Iris,
“It’s an idea some theologians have discussed through the centuries. It refers to the belief that the essence of
who we are has already met before we join to a physical form.” He cocked his head and studied her face. “You seem very familiar to me too. The first time you and Thomas came to the
temple, I thought, ‘Well, here they are finally.’ As if something in me had been expecting you
to come along.”
“You
even asked Thomas if he already knew you.”
Iris blinked at him. “This spirit
recognition sounds similar to the Earther idea of soul mates. But that goes beyond simple recognition. It’s the idea that two people are meant for
each other.” Her face heated.
Jol
watched her carefully. “There are more
than two people here. I feel that even
Thomas belongs with us.”
“He
does.” Ospar looked at the sleeping boy,
and his expression softened in a look of affection.
Iris
basked in their acceptance of her son.
“I wished I believed in such things.”
Rivek
asked, “Why shouldn’t you? It certainly
feels right to me.”
It
felt right to her too, Iris thought. It
had from the moment she saw Jol holding Thomas after snatching him out of
Blaine Middleton’s reckless path. The
first instant she’d seen Rivek and again when Ospar came to her home.
The
idea should have frightened her. Such
things simply didn’t happen, especially not on Haven where most Earthers held
the Kalquorians at arms’ length. And yet
the familiarity persisted, embracing her in comfort.
She
swallowed. “This – this can’t be
happening. We just met.”
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