Thunder Dome twai

What she spoke of was esoteric, beyond his comprehension—perhaps because, as she explained, it was born within him. Second nature, to Hex. Coming so easily that he blinked with confusion now, trying his best to absorb her words.

She was small, but fierce. Strange-faced, but clearly steadfast in purpose. He gave her another once-over, examining the bright collar, the shapely limbs. . .

My home is not far, Hex explained to her. It's a safe place—at least I want it to be, anyway. It can be a safe place for you to. . .learn.

And they did not discriminate. Especially not against this woman who seemed more than willing to try, to assimilate, to serve. His golden eyes held her gaze, waiting patiently for her response to his invitation, vague as it might have been.