"That would be nice," he replied. "I have never visited that part of Earth before," Caimlyn continued. He was starting to feel more at ease, now that the most difficult part was over. He had asked, and she had said yes.
She was still a little unnerved. The men that usually did ask Katya out were usually criminals she was trying to seduce so she could kill them. Caimlyn was a nice man. A very nice man, who not only knew what she did for a living, he'd seen her in action, yet still had asked her out. And she liked him. And she'd said yes. What was happening to her? She was having more of a conversation than she'd had in years.
"I do not know what it is like on your homeworld, but for me, it has become home. I didn't grow up there, but that was where my family was from, so I love it there. I will show you the hitory of my people. We can go to Moscow, and I can show you the magnificent Cathedral of St. Vasily, and the palaces of the tsars, the old emperors of Russia. One has become a museum of the most priceless works of art of Russia. It was a harsh land before the weather satellites were installed, and it still can be, but Russians like it that way."
(Caimlyn?)
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"He who is certain he knows the ending of things when he is
only beginning them is either extremely wise or extremely foolish;
no matter which is true, he is certainly an unhappy man, for he
has put a knife in the heart of wonder."
--Qanuc proverb, "The Dragonbone Chair" by Tad Williams
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