The Ceremony: A Union of Souls
'Why is he so upset?!' Rebecca projected, her frustration thinly veiled.
'I have no idea, Rebecca. Do you want me to read him and find out? We are cohorts; that could be seen as deeply offensive,' Smral returned.
'I can do it,' Ambruce chimed in instantly.
'No, you can't, Ambruce! Try and learn social norms, please,' Smral retorted, a flash of annoyance in his mental voice.
'Social norms? But if you want something, shouldn't you take it?' Ambruce questioned, logically.
'Not at the expense of those you care about, or those that are important to you in some way. Trusting your cohort is fundamental to its functioning. Understand?' Smral patiently explained.
'Maybe,' Ambruce conceded.
'Thank you, Ambi, but Smral is right. I do not want to offend Struns. I am just worried about him. We are here for his union ceremony, and he is sullen, borderline furious.' Rebecca let her worries be heard.
