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Voltaire wondered at the footman who waited at the corner of each hallway. She had only to tell one of them that she wanted to talk to Jaenelle and when she reached the corner they would point her in the right direction. If only malls could have something like this. She had gotten used to meeting animals in the hall. They all had jewels so she assumed they had uncovered some way to talk with them. She grinned as she stood in front of a door. She knocked softly and was told to come in.

"I see Lucivar didn't bang you up too bad," Jaenelle said looking up from the paperwork she had in front of her. Voltaire smiled remembering some of the blows she had gotten in. "You should see him. You said you had some way to give me al this information I need. Can we do it now? I'd like to get it over with," Voltaire said feeling nervous. Jaenelle put her quill down and looked at her. "I have to warn you, it's kind of invasive. It's more a melding of minds, than a teaching. If you agree to it, I'll now everything about you, and you will me. We'll be weak afterward as well, so the rest of the day will be spent in bed," Jaenelle said watching her pace. Voltaire nodded.

"I'm going to be stuck here for god knows how long, I might as well," Voltaire said shrugging. Jaenelle smiled.

"I'll have to summon some of the boys. They don't like it when I do something like this without them," Jaenelle said like she was letting her in on some great conspiracy. Suddenly the door was opened by Daemon and Saetan.

"We were just in the neighborhood when you rang," Daemon said coming over and kissing Jaenelle.

"Hope you don't mind that you're stuck with me," Saetan said to Voltaire who smiled.

"Six of one, and half a dozen of the other, for me," Voltaire said shrugging. She felt kind of nervous at the idea of sharing her most intimate thoughts with someone she knew next to nothing about. She pushed the thought aside, deciding that Jaenelle probably felt the same. Jaenelle rose and motioned for them to follow her into another room. It looked like a sitting room. Voltaire smiled as she noticed the wall to wall carpeting.

"If you would move the furniture against the walls, my princes," Jaenelle asked sweetly. The men grudgingly moved them. Jaenelle sat cross legged on the floor, and Voltaire did the same just inches away from her.

"Jaenelle, you didn't say exactly what you were going to do," Saetan said seating himself in one of the chairs behind Voltaire so that Jaenelle had to look over her head.

"It's a variation of the power threads we use to communicate. I figured that if the kindred can use them to see inside the minds of their chosen humans, then we could use it too transfer information. I'm not sure exactly what will happen, but the theory is sound, and I am Witch," Jaenelle said waving away the two men's concerns before they could be voiced. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a ring. It was made of silver twisted to look like vines. A single black gem rested on it in the shape of a leaf. Voltaire thought that it was beautiful.

"Before I forget, I had this made last night. It's a ring of honor. Not the kind the men wear, though. I had a feeling you might end up within might court for a while, and couldn't deny you the place you would've had," She held the ring out to Voltaire who took it, and slipped it on. "I have to warn you, once it activates every male wearing a ring of honor will feel your emotions within a certain range. It also carries a ebon-gray shield that becomes active from fear, pain, or rage. You can also use it to speak with me or any of them at any range," Jaenelle warned her. Voltaire shrugged. She wore her emotions on her sleeve anyway. Jaenelle nodded and Voltaire felt the ring become hot and then suddenly cold.

"Now, to begin," Jaenelle brought her forehead in contact with Voltaire's. She felt a slight brush along her consciousness, and then heard Jaenelle's voice. Are you ready? Voltaire sent her assurance along the link, unsure of how to make a real reply. Suddenly the room was gone and there was nothing, but Jaenelle, only she couldn't be Jaenelle. Rising from her forehead was a pure white unicorn horn, her hands were claws, and her legs ended in hooves. Voltaire felt no fear or disgust at the sight, only amazement. Seeing the look in Jaenelle's eyes, she realized she was waiting for her to comment. You're amazing. Voltaire could feel her pleasure across the link.

Now I'm going to transfer my memories. This will be imprecise, but it will work. You will live all my memories in a very short time, and I all of yours. Jaenelle warned. Voltaire nodded, and suddenly the darkness that had surrounded them, became Briarwood, and Voltaire became Jaenelle.