There is civil war brewing, she thought, just the type of ripe opportunity for Tokorel to rush in and do what you failed to do in Tokor’s time. Damn damn damn. If Gordek could hear us, he’d take his turn to smirk. She might be in the front seat, but it was becoming increasingly hot and uncomfortable.
“Do you suppose Khizarans will accept now what they would not accept in Tokor’s time?”
“You mean the emotional influencing abilities?” Linsora watched the waving leaves of tejina. “I don’t know. Two hundred years ago, Khizarans didn’t know that the abilities came from a fruit. They saw it as some kind of…”
"Magic?" Harda offered. “No offense intended. Even highly technological societies regard something they don’t understand as impossible and therefore akin to magic.”
“No offense taken, it’s true. Anyway, once it’s known that everyone can have the abilities…I don’t know, I really don’t. It will take some time. Khizarans don’t keep their emotions to themselves anyway.”
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