> > "Therrre arrre a lot of people unhappy with the things I've been doing
> > lately," she said. "Although I'm surrre you've hearrrd about that by
now."
>
> Neither admitting nor denying, t'Llhweiir said, "I would like to hear your
> perspective, Admiral."
(response)
She listened, comparing what Kitanya said to what she already knew.
Then, a weird sense of deja vu suddenly struck Carrhae. She was seeing
Kitanya not alone, as she was now, but with a wider smile, in a darker
corner of a darker restaurant. Beside her was an even taller Caitian,
with an even wider smile, one showing teeth as he regaled them with a hunt
story. She knew she enjoyed the CAitian's hunt stories and yet... had she
ever heard them?
There were other odd sensations, too. The taste of cognac on her tongue,
the smell of a burning candle in the air, the heady earthen smell of two
Caitians who were madly in love.
There was a fine pressure on her right thigh and when she looked down, there
was a delicate yet amazingly strong hand there, resting comfortably as if it
belonged attached to her. The fingertips traced lazy, almost automatic
circles on her skin through the trousers which looked... like khaki pants.
In her mind she looked to her right, and she saw her own profile.
No, this Rihanha woman was slightly shorter, with slightly more severe
features. She was laughing outright at the sound effects Kitanya was adding
to her mate's story, the laugh coming easily, and from deep in her chest,
her head bobbing slightly, her hair shifting with each movement. God, she
was beautiful. Instinctively she reached her hand out to rake through the
woman's hair and Rhiana turned her head gently into the affectionate
gesture.
The hand she'd put into Rhiana's hair had two very old rings on it. A
braided silver Celtic Knot on the pinky, and a white and yellow gold band on
the ring finger.
It wasn't her hand. It was Matt's. The vision swirled, the sounds of the
room whined, and suddenly....
She was back with Kitanya. Alone with Kitanya. Her heart was racing, and
her hand trembled so that the glass shook. She closed her eyes against
the dizziness that assailed her.
Regaining control, she opened her eyes and hoped her companion had not
noticed the lapse.
(ooc: as the writer of this trip into wonderland would say, "eh?")
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