Watson was quite drawn to Celana, "We all have our responsibilities we
have
to attend to. I can quite understand."
Rilg had to wonder why his people were always referred to as weak
sycophants
as he listened to Watson kowtow to the Tremea. He was doing everything
but
bend down to kiss her feet. Obviously, she deserved respect, but there
was
no reason for him to help her make her excuses.
Lasiter continued to watch with great interest. His thoughts and feelings
not surfacing.
T'Kresh on the other hand was left with unanswered questions. She felt
that
there was something wrong about this situation. She was not sure what it
was, and this was neither the time nor the place to confront the
Venasians, but
she was planning on looking into things at some point. "It is good to
have
you back with us, Madam Tremea."
She turned and smiled serenely. "Thank you, Ambassador T'Kresh." There was
a slight pause - so minute it seemed only a shift - before the T'remea said
the ambassador's name, as if the memory of T'Kresh didn't come smoothly. "I
am pleased to be back, even if it is for a short time. I am glad to see you
are well." She looked back at Watson and the Plantoc and asked, "Has
anyone joined the Council since my departure?"
General A'amon watched the introductions quietly, an almost guarded air
about him. It was amazing sometimes how Venasians could shift the mood
without visibly moving. Something about pheromone changes, it seemed. It
also seemed that he was perfectly aware that Lasiter was scrutinizing him
and the T'remea... and he didn't do anything to hide his awareness.
Instead, he introduced himself to Rilg. "Gentle tides Ambassador Rilg," he
said with a crisp tilt of his head, "I am pleased to finally make the
acquaintance of the Ferengi Nation."
-S
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