Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2012 1:26:53 GMT -8
The group wandered Retanya for a while, trying to find the location on the invitation. There seemed to be no visible way to tell one building from another, other than the design. There were no numbers or words on the outside, but, after some time, and more than a little help from a few of the locals, they arrived at a lavish home in the heart of the great city. Music was playing and the sounds of voices rang out through the courtyard. Hudson rang the bell and a man opened the door. As he saw Hudson, the Etimonian smiled broadly. "You came!" He looked behind her. "And you brought friends." A pause. "Great. Come on in."
He stepped aside to let them in, but couldn't help letting his eyes linger on Hudson as she passed by him. At the sight of Cliff, he nodded. "I have not seen such robes. Are they in the Federation database?"
Hudson chuckled, knowing Cliff would love to expound about his clothing. They were lead through an elaborately decorated main room, and then out into an enclosed atrium where the party was in full swing. Aromas of fresh fruit filled the air and Etimonians were talking, laughing, and dancing. A woman hurried up to them with a tray of drinks. "No thank you," Hudson said. The woman eyed Armando shyly and soon the two of them had moved off together.
"I am Dahr," their host said. "My home is yours. Please enjoy." He stepped closer to Hudson. "I was hoping we would get the chance for a dance. I missed my opportunity last night."
"Of course," she said. She smiled at Cliff. "I have one reserved for Cliff, later."
Dahr looked Cliff up and down but didn't comment. "Shall we," he asked, waving his arm toward the small knot of Etimonians who were dancing. Mark and the other ensigns had already moved off to the buffet and were happily consuming mass quantities of Etimonian food.
A spotted hand touched the small of Hudson's back as Dahr lead her to the dance floor and their bodies soon joined the rhythm of the music.
Tag Cliff
He stepped aside to let them in, but couldn't help letting his eyes linger on Hudson as she passed by him. At the sight of Cliff, he nodded. "I have not seen such robes. Are they in the Federation database?"
Hudson chuckled, knowing Cliff would love to expound about his clothing. They were lead through an elaborately decorated main room, and then out into an enclosed atrium where the party was in full swing. Aromas of fresh fruit filled the air and Etimonians were talking, laughing, and dancing. A woman hurried up to them with a tray of drinks. "No thank you," Hudson said. The woman eyed Armando shyly and soon the two of them had moved off together.
"I am Dahr," their host said. "My home is yours. Please enjoy." He stepped closer to Hudson. "I was hoping we would get the chance for a dance. I missed my opportunity last night."
"Of course," she said. She smiled at Cliff. "I have one reserved for Cliff, later."
Dahr looked Cliff up and down but didn't comment. "Shall we," he asked, waving his arm toward the small knot of Etimonians who were dancing. Mark and the other ensigns had already moved off to the buffet and were happily consuming mass quantities of Etimonian food.
A spotted hand touched the small of Hudson's back as Dahr lead her to the dance floor and their bodies soon joined the rhythm of the music.
Tag Cliff