The girl blushed, a smile creeping over her face. “Come to Sabertooth with me, Hael,” she suggested softly. “My mother will be so happy to meet you. I’m sure you’ll like it there, and you can join.” She looked down slightly, suddenly a little shy. “We . . . we don’t have to go right away.” Chicka darted her eyes up to meet Hael’s again, a bit suggestively. “I mean, not if you’re not comfortable with going. And . . . it is a nice night . . . there’s a lot we could do . . .” She felt herself flushing. She scarce knew what exactly she was trying to imply.

"SO IF YOU CAN’T FIND ME, LOOK TO THE WESTERN SKY!"