The Light-Field by Traci Harding

more stunts like that!’
    â€˜I’m full of them.’ Starman grinned.
    Despite the heat, the near-death experience and his partner’s suicidal tendencies, Mythric could not bring himself to be annoyed — the ride was just too exhilarating.
    â€˜Well, at least your arse won’t be sitting around getting fat on a beach,’ Starman chided in challenge, and accelerated up a rocky mound. ‘Yeehaw!’ He cut the engine, swung the bike up into a vertical forward flip and restarted the air jets to land safely.
    When Zeven looked back to get Mythric’s reaction to his stunt, the man was shaking his head.
    â€˜Your parents must be nervous wrecks!’
    Zeven’s good vibe vanished. ‘I wouldn’t know.’
    They rode through the canyon a little more, until the tall canyon walls narrowed to provide a stretch of ground shielded from the sun. Zeven stopped his bike and hopped off.
    â€˜Hey, sorry about the parent thing —’ Mythric attempted an apology but Zeven waved him to silence.
    â€˜Don’t mention it,’ Starman suggested. ‘ Ever .’
    â€˜Good-o, I won’t.’ Mythric remained seated on his bike and wiped the sweat from his brow. ‘We could have brought some water.’ He was still grinning with childish delight, until Zeven manifested two ice-cold bottles of water and tossed one to him.
    â€˜That explains what I do.’ Zeven decided to be right up-front about it. He drank some water, then poured some over his head.
    â€˜You’ve got PK?’ Mythric was stunned. ‘That’s rare.’
    Zeven nodded to acknowledge that he was aware of that.
    â€˜Just space? Or have you mastered time and dimension as well?’ Mythric queried, seeming rather more calm about the news than most people would be.
    â€˜I’ve shifted through time and space, and I do believe into a different dimension on a few occasions … but I didn’t really have any control in those instances.’
    Mythric whistled to emphasise how impressed he was, and then raised both brows as he considered. ‘That explains a lot … like how you could know Hunzo’s turbine is too powerful for his craft, or how you could have known the Timekeeper for years without me finding out.’
    Zeven held his arms wide to concede he had nothing left to hide, and seated himself back on his bike. ‘So how about you, Mythric, what do you do?’
    Mythric cocked an eye, surprised that Starman could be so up-front about his psychic skills. ‘Up until two weeks ago, nobody else in the galaxy even knew I had a Power.’
    â€˜Nothing to be uptight about,’ Zeven stated his view. ‘Pretty soon, it’s going to be all the rage.’
    Mythric found this amusing and probably slightly delusional. ‘Does it really matter what I do? I mean, you obviously have the power to re-arrange the universe, I can’t even imagine why the Timekeeper bothered sending me.’
    Zeven grinned. ‘Because she thinks I’m young, dumb and full of … myself, most of the time.’ He rolled his eyes and drank some more.
    â€˜You are aware that PK is a trait of the royal Phemorian line?’ Mythric said.
    â€˜Watch it, Mythric, you’re heading toward that no-go topic again.’
    â€˜Sorry.’
    â€˜Besides, I’m not telling you my life story, if you’re not going to share with the group,’ Zeven chided. ‘I’ll trust you, because the Timekeeper does, but it would be helpful to know what you’re skilled at.’
    â€˜I have many skills and they are all at your disposal,’ Mythric granted.
    â€˜But you’re not going to tell me what they are?’
    â€˜I can fly just about anything, I have extensive communication, navigation and weapons training, I’ve —’
    â€˜I meant psychic skills, Mythric,’ Zeven stated the obvious.
    â€˜I have trust issues,’ the older