Introductions

Not the most propitious of meetings. Not, I think, how we'd hoped it would be. But done now. A warm hall on a cold night. Cousins from the clan unpacking the kites. Auntie Gytha as the sole auntie at Waimaru that night to greet him and question him. Poor man.

But Jacob got through. Even stayed the night. Strange having him in the unit that Jonny helped build, looking up at the stars through the glass in the gables. But, as he said, he'd spent the day with Jonny's daughter: this was nothing to that.

Strange being with Jacob in my real body, the one that smells right to Maia but is not prepared for him. I'm still not comfortable in it with more than gentle touch.

The next day Jacob played his pipes and I danced with Maia, sweeping her in arcs and circles.