Carrhae removed her jacket and hung it in the nearby closet. Next came the
scarf that had protected and hidden the delicate upsweep of her ears. Her
civilian garb was simple: a burgundy silk blouse, jeans and soft kid boots.
Her dark hair flowed loosely about her shoulders, something "Admiral
t'Llhweiir" would never have done. For a few hours, though, the weight and
responsibility were half a world away.
She walked over to the transparent wall and studied the view beyond. Like
Matthew, she was a connoisseur of nature. Perhaps it was the many years spent
in space.
Continuing to take in the view, she replied, "Judging from its aroma, I would
say it will be a satisfactory substitute."
Matthew turned from his attention on the cooking surface before him and felt the breath immediately leave him. {My God,} he gasped in Gaelic. Then, recovering his senses, he switched back to standard. "You are the most beautiful woman in the universe," he told her, his voice hushed with awe. "Why do you waste your time with a decrepit old man like me?"
Randy J. Ferrance, DC, MD
_______________________________________________ Spacedock mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://scifi-rpgs.com/mailman/listinfo/spacedock_scifi-rpgs.com
