"There is nothing to reconsider...it is a very difficult decision to make, but I cannot allow this. Kimberley is special to me also, she was one of the first of my Chosen but I cannot let my personal feelings compromise the defence of Earth" The Eltarian said firmly.

Skye pulled out the Star crystal and touched his fingers to its shimmering surface. "Let me show you why I feel that it is necessary to risk this much.." He projected the essence of the dream-seeing he had had into Zordon's awareness. The sun beat down on the small arena that the Black Falcon had reserved for Chelsea's training. The temperature was easily eighty degrees, and Chelsea reveled in it, letting the heat sink into her bones. After so many afternoons spent in the desert, accompanying Tommy and David on various adventures, it would take more than the dry heat of Briallta to get to her. Dressed in a simple white T-shirt and a pair of white shorts, she waited patiently as the Falcon walked out across the hard, barren earth. Zhane frowned at her. "How do you know? And what do you want, anyway? You never tell me."

"Maybe that's because I don't know," she responded, trying to gauge his reaction through the exaggeration of his expression. "But I don't feel like finding out right now.

"Do you want to go home?" she added belatedly. She probably should have asked before, but she hadn't wanted to pull him away from the party. "It's getting late. It's already after sunrise in Keyota."

"I don't care about Keyota," Zhane said, frowning. "You go if you want to. I'm staying here."

          "Ecliptor was right about you," he said admiringly. The last few days had been spent in testing her knowledge of a number of things, from hand-to-hand combat to the various arts of stealth. Throughout it all, the Falcon's expression had remained carefully neutral, but Chelsea had enough experience reading body language to know he had been pleasantly surprised.

When he had finished there was silence in the command chamber, and then Skye said aloud softly.