t'Llhweiir glanced at her chronometer. It was late, but her cousin would be up--that is if she was home at all.
"Computer, direct call to Dr. Kalina Haleakala." The screen image wavered for a moment, then it cleared to display a lush tropical setting. A Terran female who could be anywhere from her late 40's to mid-60s came into the shot holding an blooming plant. "Terise!" she said. "Aloha, Kalina," t'Llhweiir replied to the name she was known by in her grandmother's ancestral home. "Since you never call without reason, what's up?" "I am getting married. Today." Kalina nearly dropped the plant. "Matt finally asked?" she asked with she finally recovered. "No, I asked him. However, the timing was his idea." "You're going to have it here, of course." It was not a question. Carrhae smiled. "Of course. Can you put something informal together? I expect a party of fourteen." "Fourteen?" "Six guests and, unfortunately, eight guards. I suspect that Samuel will insist upon it." Kalina was silent. "It can be done, but you don't believe in giving a lady a lot of time, do you, Terise?" "I have no doubts about your abilities, Kalina." "What time?" "Sunset. The ceremony should be held on the balcony." "Great idea. The sight will be stunning. Who will officiate?" "I will have to let you know later. I have not spoken to the person yet." "I'd better get busy. Call me when you know. Haleakala out." The woman was moving even as the screen darkened. t'Llhweiir was not overstating her confidence in her cousin. Everything would be ready. Now, the question of who would officiate.... t'Llhweiir ends ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ | Randye Jones |) aka Adm. Carrhae t'Llhweiir and Adm. Candance Bedru /| Spacedock Role-Playing Game ( | ) [EMAIL PROTECTED] | Boldly goin' where no musician has gone before! _______________________________________________ Spacedock mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://scifi-rpgs.com/mailman/listinfo/spacedock_scifi-rpgs.com
