The extraterrestrial could understand Kay’s not wanting to take a mate for while. Dhivael had felt the same way when faced with the Rihan her parents had matched to her. He was a good choice, but he did not wish to leave ch’Havran because his work demanded he stay. Had she chosen to stay, she would have been bonded to him for the rest of their lives. It was not something that evoked an emotional feeling within her like it seemed to be for the siren. It was simply a duty she must one day fulfill. “Jealousy?” Dhivael asked. “Why would taking a mate evoke such an emotion? Could you not partake in this ‘fun’ of which you speak while having a life-mate?” There was so much to learn in this place. It was no wonder her mother had asked her to remain. These people were far more confusing when she was faced with them. Their biological responses had almost seemed to have some sort of sense to them when taught in the classes of her home planet, but now that she was faced with them, it was as if everything she had learned had been false or rather grossly simplified.
Dhivael’s brown eyes moved toward the source of the voice that had apparently spoken to them. She looked at the table which contained at least five empty chairs in the immediate vicinity. It seemed strange that this person would ask if there was room when it was apparent that there was more than enough room for her slender form.
“Yes. I understand that there are several places to sit from which you may choose. You need simply choose your preferred location.” When the dark haired woman seated herself, she made her introduction. “I am Dhivael ir-Elehu t’Vrenak. However, I may simply be addressed as Dhivael.”
Her eyes moved over the face and form of the female. “Are you not human?” Sometimes, it was difficult to discern what a person’s race was, but there always seemed to be a hint of something extra that clung to those races who were not quite as human as those who discriminated heatedly against them.