The Stars Said Hello [1]

C H A P T E R - 6

"You're thinking that you're the only one at this table with any common sense," she announced. "And you're tired of watching Kenric stare at Oralie."

Bronte's jaw fell open and Kenric's face turned as red as his hair. Oralie looked down at her plate, her cheeks flushing pink while Meredith was trying to hide her snickering.

"I take it that's right?" Alden asked, hiding his smile behind his hand.

Bronte nodded, looking angry, chagrined, and incredulous all at the same time. "How can that be? An Ancient mind is almost impenetrable."

"The key word in that sentence is 'almost,'" Alden reminded him. "Don't feel bad—she's also breached Fitz's blocking."

Fitz flushed red. Especially when Bronte grinned and said, "Sounds like Alden's golden boy isn't as infallible as everyone thinks."

"It's more likely that Sophie is exceptionally special," Alden corrected. "Fitz and Meredith also saw her lift more than ten times her weight with telekinesis yesterday."

"You're kidding!" Kenric gasped, recovering from his embarrassment. "At her age? Now that I have to see."

Sophie shrank in her chair. "But . . . I don't know how I did it. It just sort of happened."

"Just relax, Sophie. Why not try something small?" Alden pointed to the crystal goblet in front of her."

Sophie stared at the goblet in wonder. "I did it."

"That's it?" Bronte scoffed, unimpressed.

"Give her a second. She's still getting used to her ability." Alden put his hand on her shoulder. "Take a deep breath—relax—then see what else you can do. And remember, your mind has no limitations—unlike your physical body."

The other five goblets rose like crystal flying saucers.

Kenric applauded. "Excellent control."

Her cheeks grew warm with the praise. "Thanks."

Bronte snorted. "It's a couple of glasses. I thought she was supposed to be able to lift ten times her body weight."

Meredith said, "Come on, you are not giving her enough credit."

A collective gasp rang in the air as three chairs floated off the ground, including the one Bronte sat on.

"Incredible," Alden breathed.

Her hold broke. She screamed as the goblets shattered against the table and the chairs crashed to the floor, knocking Bronte flat on his back with a thunderous collision.

For a second no one said anything; they just stared in open-mouthed shock. But when Bronte hollered for someone to help him up, everyone burst into a fit of laughter.

Except Sophie. Meredith rushed to help Bronte up who gave her a nod of thanks.

Kenric clapped her on the back, pulling her out of her worries. "I've never seen such natural talent. You're even a natural at our language. Your accent is perfect. Almost as perfect as these guys'." He pointed to Alden, Flitz and Meredith.

"I'm sorry, what?" she asked, assuming she'd heard him wrong.

Fitz laughed. "You've been speaking the Enlightened Language since we leaped here—just like you did yesterday."

"Our language is instinctive," Alden explained. "We speak from birth—I'm sure people thought you were an interesting baby. Though to humans our language sounds like babbling."

"Is there a word that sounds like 'soybean' in English?"

"Soybean?" Alden asked.

"I used to say it as a baby. My parents thought I was trying to say my name and mispronouncing it. They even turned it into a nickname—a really annoying one." She blushed when Fitz chuckled beside her.