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The return to RhyDin has been fraught with moments of drama and risk, but at last they had touched down at Star’s End, and Wil had departed after they had cleared up the muddle with the RASG. But what she had learned on that trip about Wil still troubled her as she headed into the Red Dragon Inn for a glass of scotch. She walked across the porch and through the door, slipping the silk wrap off her shoulders as she headed for an empty table near the fireplace, and close enough to the windows that she could still see outside.

Gabriel remained beyond the visible spectrum, but Azjah had no trouble seeing him as he took up a post leaning against the fireplace and its mantle. He would remain there, unmoving and unseen for as long as she remained where she sat. He’d been quite silent since they had returned as well. Partly Azjah believed it was because of her foolishness in taking along Wil before she’d thoroughly investigated the man. Although, Gabriel had never said so to her directly, the feeling persisted that he truly wanted to question her sanity. What a shock it had been to discover that he was really a Colonel with the I.I.S.C.

Azjah saw Kairee seated on the bar talking to someone else, and gave her partner in the desert mining operation a quick wave, to which Kairee responded by blowing her back a kiss, which Azjah ‘caught’ before settling into the comfortable chair and withdrawing a small video screen. A serving lad stopped and took her order as she began searching for the extant material on one Colonel Wil Savage. Something she should have done long before now.

After half an hour of finding precious little in any of the databases she had ready access to, she leaned back into the chair and closed her eyes. She certainly seemed to know how to let down her guard at the wrong times. Was she truly as gullible as it seemed? A fine specimen of a man walks into her life, and she forgets everything she knew about protecting her business interests. She shook her head at her own folly. The screen relayed next to nothing about him.

Outside, Colonel Savage took a last draw on his cigarette, tossing it into the street before pulling open the door to the Inn. He wore dark gray pants with a black and gray military jacket. A blaster was holstered to his thigh in plain view, and black boots rapped against the Inn’s floor as he strode inside. His dark blue eyes were covered with darkened shades that did not allow anyone to see them, and ebony hair added to the darkness of the visage. Azjah’s gaze lifted from her screen as the door opened, and for a heart stopping moment, she wondered if she had simply conjured the man by thinking about him.

He scanned the patrons cursorily, and noticed Azjah near the fireplace, as well as the small electronic device she still held in her hand. She always looked good to him, despite their near misadventure. The pale blue silk suit was nearly the color of her eyes, and the royal blue silk blouse stood out as the perfect match for the sapphire that adorned her left hand. All of that silk hid one anomalous thing though, and Wil knew she carried. Most people would never guess that about her.

Azjah gave him a smile and touched another key on the device she held, and the screen went blank as the system acknowledged her command, “Good evening Colonel.” He gave her a nod and a smile from where he stood, “Good eve, Lady Caer.”

She motioned to the seat that was unoccupied near her own, uncertain whether he would ever come near her again. “You are not running as far and fast as you can from me Colonel. Shall I take it that I have not frightened you off then?” There was a hint of a teasing smile about her lips, but she wondered at his presence. Was he sent here to investigate DWI? Or was all of this some coincidence at the direction of a bored Fate?

He moved through the crowd as a panther stalking prey, a hint of a smirk lit his features, “I’m not frightened off yet, but I sure do need a drink. You need a refill on yours?” He paused, glanced at the nearly empty glass before her, “Let me guess…scotch, Dalwhinnie, Distiller’s Edition.”

She canted her head slightly, “Indeed, it is, and a refill would be most welcome.” He’d remembered from the trip apparently just precisely what she favored in a beverage. Was he staying because he needed more information from her, or was he staying because he wanted to spend the time in her company? Either one was a viable possibility.
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Wil removed his shades and slipped them into his breast pocket of the jacket, gave her a wink, “Neat.” He’d added before saying he would be right back. He walked away with that same graceful motion that suggested hunter to her.

Azjah gave him a brilliant smile before powering down the small computer, then she took the last sip of her scotch before sliding it away from herself toward the left side of the table. Meanwhile, Wil went behind the bar to locate the Inn’s finest scotch collection and poured two glasses of the rich amber whisky, before returning the bottle to the cabinet and returning to her table with a glass in each hand. “Here you are, m’lady. Only the best for you.” He handed her one glass, and then sat down in the chair beside her own. “You have me hooked on this.” He lifted his glass in toast to her, “To the unexpected, heart-wrenching, life threatening adventure.” Then he winked with a devilish smile and tossed back a portion of his scotch as a punctuation mark to his toast.

Azjah gave him a quiet laugh as she lifted the new glass of scotch to his, giving the glass a light clink on the rim, “Here’s to unexpected adventures and adrenaline rushes.” An unbidden thought skittered through her mind as she wondered what his hands would feel like on her skin. She gave herself a mental shake as he gave her that twisted, bad-boy grin she’d come to associate with him.

He took a sip of the scotch and nodded at the excellence of the taste and the complexity of the palate, “Is life with you always as exciting as it was on that…’checkout’ flight?” He’d cleared his throat right before ‘checkout’ and Azjah gave him a slow smile.

She took a thoughtful sip of her own scotch as she studied Wil, “Shall we say that I have my share of exciting moments?” Then she grew a bit less whimsical, “”What brings the I.I.S.C. to RhyDin, if I might ask you?” She gave her scotch a slight swirl as she wrapped both hands slowly about the glass to wait his reaction.

He straightened up in his seat, as a distinctly uncomfortable expression crossed his previously playful face. Clearly he was not comfortable talking about the I.I.S.C. “With any luck, nothing will bring them here, not including myself, of course.” He remained rigidly poised on the edge of some knife that Azjah could only guess at.

That was no real answer at all and Azjah registered that omission for future reference. His sudden loss of easy going, nonchalance was conspicuous to say the least, “I believe I could second that idea,” she told him. Keeping the I.I.S.C. away from DWI was something she could support whole heartedly. She then leaned back into her chair and regarded him, it was time to change the subject and get him back to being comfortable around her. “If you liked that flight, you should have been with us when the Cepheans hitched a ride.’

Wil’s eyes held Azjah’s in that unblinking, predatory stare, “I would have rather done that. At least the Cepheans you can eliminate and not feel guilty.” He lifted his glass to his lips and took another sip, “Do you think Matthew’s goon squad actually contacted the I.I.S.C?” It was clearly playing on his mind now, and unbeknownst to Azjah, would determine whether he would stay or leave RhyDin.

Azjah considered this telling query of his as she took a sip of her scotch, “Were I in his shoes, I would have. But he has neither confirmed nor denied your claim, so perhaps they were too busy. That would bother you?” She kept her attention on his handsome features, looking for a clue into what about that contact would cause him this kind of unease.

He took another sip of his Dalwhinnie and nodded, “Yeah, I know you would have.” He was clearly recognizing that Azjah would have been thorough, and perhaps even pointing out her lack of research even now. “And yeah, because they’re looking for me. I have kind of ‘adopted’ a ship they want back.” He steadily held her eyes as he spoke, “They’re not sure that either I or the ship exists at this point, but they’ll know if one of us shows up, the other will be there also. You see, the ship couldn’t get here without me, and I couldn’t get here without the ship.”
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Surprise flickered in Azjah’s eyes as he spoke. “Why put yourself on the line then with the RASG?” Why had he tipped his hand? Then dawning struck, he wasn’t some stray pilot with a MIG, he had something unique that the I.I.S.C. would want back, “So you’re not some stray pilot with a standard vessel either, are you?” Why was he telling her this? She was truly perplexed. That kind of news could get a man hanged on Rigel.

Wil turned and looked at her as though she had to be kidding him, “Well, first of all, I never heard of the RASG before, and secondly, I was trying to protect you and your cargo any way that I could. And, I was part of that cargo!” His face was earnest, “No, I’m not. I’m their main man with their main, state of the art, super-secret, prototype fighter. They are quite protective of their technology.” He was being a little whimsical, but not by much.

She canted her head slightly as she weighed what he had just said, “Protect me? Very gallant Colonel, but it would seem at great risk to yourself given your situation.” The concept of a virtual stranger trying to protect her struck her as very unusual. But his next words had her setting down her glass so that she would not drop it. “Are you going to wait and see if the Governor checked up on you, or will you be finding a new LZ?” Had she been in his shoes, she’d have been long gone once they’d landed.

Wil tapped his glass with his fingers as he considered, “I don’t know Azjah. I was beginning to like this crazy place. Some really fine people here.” He looked up at her and stared into her eyes a long moment, and then lowered his gaze to his glass.

Azjah gave strong consideration to her next words, and Gabriel shifted near the fireplace at her train of thought, “I can have Gabriel find out if they have.” Her attention was focused on the ebony clad male as he refocused on his glass of scotch. She was offering to help him do something exceptionally questionable. She reached across the distance separating him then and lightly touched his hand as it curled around the glass he studied so closely. He was a man who was truly torn at the moment.

His head rose slowly as a marvelous smile blossomed, “You think Gabriel can find out?” Hope almost sang from that smile.

A very soft hiss slithered from the space by the fireplace as Azjah leaned closer in a conspiratorial whisper, “If they haven’t done so already, he can assure us that they won’t.” One thing Gabriel was very, very good at was manipulating human minds.

Her words actually managed a laugh from him, and very softly he said, “You know, I’m actually starting to like Gabriel… in a strange sort of way.”

Gabriel muttered but remained beyond the visible range, and Azjah ignored his grousing as she gave Wil a playful smile, “He grows on you.” She doubted that Wil would always feel that kindly toward the big Carpathian, but for the moment, she had to agree with him.

Wil grinned, “It’s that silly sense of humor of his.”

Azjah sipped her scotch, “He is seriously under appreciated by most.” But she struggled to maintain a straight face. Most people struggled with Gabriel’s dry, no nonsense responses if he bothered at all.

Wil simply shook his head and teased, “For some reason they miss seeing his finer qualities.” Clearly he was unaware that even now, Gabriel stood within arm’s reach of him as he teased about his lack of humor.

Azjah struggled to keep a straight face now, knowing Gabriel must be gnawing on his tongue from this ribbing, “Absolutely.” Then she glanced toward the fireplace where he leaned, “You do know he has an identical twin?” She said to Wil as Gabriel gave her a snarl.

Wil turned and looked at Azjah wide eyed in shock or disbelief, she wasn’t certain which, “A twin? Please tell me the brother died at birth.”
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She took a slow sip of the remaining scotch to avoid bursting into laughter at his expression, “No, no Lucien and Gabriel are both living in RhyDin.”

He leaned back a little into his chair at this news, “Ah, well… about the new LZ….” Then he did laugh and winked at her, “I’m sure Lucien is just as cuddly.”

“Yes and no,” she nodded, and suddenly realized that her hand was still resting on Wil’s. She retrieved it as she asked him, “and a new LZ?”

A flicker of disappointment crossed Wil’s features as she retrieved her hand, “All kidding aside, I’ll stay here as long as I can. Hell, even if they find me, I might be able to cut a deal with them. The I.I.S.C. will never hesitate to use a person for their own goals.”

Azjah canted her head, “You say that with a certain degree of cynicism.” Then she slid her gaze around the busy room, “Should we speak of it here?” She found she was missing the warmth of his hand, but couldn’t find an acceptable reason to touch him again. Perhaps he would discuss it in more detail if they left the Inn and the potential for unwelcome eavesdroppers. But his response suggested otherwise.

Wil shook his head then, “No, we shouldn’t. Let’s talk about something more fun.” It was a clear change of subject.

Azjah took his cue, she didn’t want to be overheard discussing something that held such high stakes for him, “Are you another adrenaline junkie Mr. Savage? You never even had a pulse increase on our short hop.” She gave him a quick wink and added, “Gabriel wondered for a moment if you were organic or not.” The big Carpathian hadn’t, but she wanted to tease him just a bit for his lack of excitement over the pirates.

About then, Eless arrived, and Azjah held her breath a moment. She and Rena had not departed on time as Rena was to have attended the wedding. Azjah did not know what had transpired beyond the fact that Elessaria had vanished, and Rena, Wil and Piper had spent a lot of time unsuccessfully seeking her.

But Wil laughed, “Pirates firing on me I can take. It’s the mundane things in life that get me nervous. Actually, it’s part of my training as an I.I.S.C. agent.” So he preferred the risk of combat to the challenges of everyday life.

Azjah’s curiosity was aroused, “Mundane things? Have you found such a thing here?” What about mundane things made him nervous?

Eless gave a nod of greeting to Wil and Azjah, and Azjah gave her a smile, “Good evening Eless, how are you?” She hadn’t known the woman very well, not more than to say hello when they met.

She smiled warmly, “Well enough, thank thee kindly Azjah.”

Wil looked around quickly at the sound of her voice, and saw Eless. He gave her a nod of greeting before turning back to Azjah, “You’ve got a point there.”

Azjah nodded, “I am glad to hear that Eless.” Perhaps one day she would know more about what happened, but for the moment, Wil and Eless seemed comfortable enough with their current relationship.

Azjah turned again toward Wil, “Dyson was quite adamant about taking care that I won’t have another return flight like that one, though perhaps a fighter escort was not so far off the mark.” They had in fact already

Wil finished his drink, “well, if you need an escort, I’ve got the ship to do it.” Then he added, “I’d be willing.”

Azjah gave him a quiet laugh, “Safer for you?” She was referring to being away from the weapons and explosives.

He gave her a laugh of self deprecation, “Yeah, I can flee in the face of danger.” He started to reach out to touch her arm, but he stopped just before his hand actually reached her arm, as though he did not want to be inappropriate.

She had the grace to blush slightly at the insinuation that he might have fled, it had not been what she had intended by saying he was safer. She’d intended to imply that he wouldn’t have potentially been implicated in her weapons transportation business. “the next flight will be transporting explosives, you may truly be safer some distance away,” she told him with a hint of an embarrassed smile. She lightly brushed his hand, but couldn’t justify more, “But can your vessel feed you as well?” She tried for a bit of levity.
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Wil gave her an unreadable look, “Yes, I’m really going to have to show it to you. I think you’d appreciated what I’ve got hiding here.” Then he took a deep, steadying breath, “Lady Caer, I don’t want to be out of line at all, but speaking of escorts has reminded me of something. There’s this Beltane celebration happening next week. I thought it might be fun, if you’re not going to be visiting ice volcanoes on strange moons, would you want to go with me?” It was in fact this sort of situation that made Wil very nervous. He was convinced that he had absolutely no success with interpersonal relationships involving the opposite sex.

His invitation shocked Azjah. She’d just caused him no end of trouble when he’d endeavored to help keep her and her vessel from being scanned and seized, and here he was inviting her to a festival. “Beltane celebration? I have never attended one, although I have heard a great deal about them.” She ran through her list of places to be, and meetings, “I will accept your invitation, on both accounts, the ship and the celebration,”

She was already wondering just what kind of event this Beltane celebration would be, and what she should wear. She would need to have Dyson investigate this, and she was certain Koy could help her out.

Wil’s grin was authentic as he said to her, “I’m honored to be your escort – whether in space, or on terra firma.” He gave her a brief bow, “thank you Lady Caer.”

She had to smile as this bad boy switched into gallant gent with his brief bow and the use of her title, and she gave him a regal inclination of her head, “I shall look forward to it Colonel Savage. How do you feel about Gabriel for company?” She gave the space near the fireplace a wink, as she was certain Wil had forgotten that she would have an escort no matter where she went,

The good Colonel set down his glass, “well, if you will excuse me, I should be on my way. Early day tomorrow,” he started to say when her words registered with him, “What?!?” His hand went to his forehead as he realized he had completely forgotten about Gabriel…somehow.”

Azjah slid her second glass closer to the first one, then gave Wil a slight chuckle, “He does go everywhere with me.”

She had to give him credit as he laughed and shook his head, “Okay, but he better not try to dance with me.” Then he gave her a sassy wink.

Azjah rose and tossed her silk wrap around her shoulders, “doubtful,” she told him with a soft laugh, “And I shall be returning home myself.” She picked up the electronic device that earlier she had been using to seek background information on Wil Savage.

He smiled warmly as he looked upon her, “I suppose Gabriel will see you home?”

Azjah paused and glanced up at him, “He will, but perhaps you would care to join us?” She strongly suspected that Gabriel would remain unseen if Wil chose to join them.

Wil gave her a smile, “it’s a deal,” then he straightened his gray and black I.I.S.C. jacket and held out his arm with a bow, “M’lady?”

Eless sketched them a wave of farewell as Azjah gave Wil a curtsey before taking his proffered arm, “Shall we?”

Both waved good night to Elessaria as they headed out the door and into the RhyDinian night. Wil couldn’t help but cast a glance where he suspected Gabriel might be lurking before giving Azjah a warm smile as she curled her hand around his fore arm as they made their way into the New Haven District toward the Palazzo.
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Azjah’s appointment had cancelled, and that left her with some free time on her hands. She maneuvered the Mc Laren through RhyDin streets toward the Inn as Gabriel remained unusually quiet. She parked the sleek car two spaces down from the door and glanced at Gabriel, “When you are ready, I will listen you know.” He simply nodded and exited the car, fading from view as she walked through the door to the Inn.

Azjah paused and located an empty table near the fireplace, and the far window that looked out into the street. She settled into the comfortable chair and pulled the small electronic device from her valise. As she did so, Jewell Ravenlock offered her a nod of greeting, which Azjah returned as she powered up the tiny computer. Then she looked about for a serving lad. The Inn was very quiet, and she didn’t see anyone, so she rose and headed for the bar just as Jewel snorted and said, “Hardly, I detest Marc Franco.”

Azjah glanced at Jewel and silently had to agree. As she made her way toward the bar, dark eyes watched her. The man at the end of the bar said nothing to her, yet his focus remained on Azjah, making her feel uncomfortable in the process. She’d seen the man at the Inn in the past, but could not remember ever having been introduced. She reached for a rocks glass before hunting out the bottle of Dalwhinnie Distillers Edition that Panther kept for her. She still felt those eyes on her, and she gave the silent man a brief nod as she poured the scotch into the glass.

After replacing the cork and setting the bottle back onto the shelf, she headed for her table, pausing to glance over her shoulder at the man, who appeared to be wearing some sort of uniform. Still he said not a word to her, and a ripple of unease slithered down her spine as he continued to watch her. She turned then, “forgive me, have we met?”

He did not respond immediately, and she settled into her comfortable chair, but angled such that she could keep an eye on this one, whose behavior had set her on edge. Her focus was torn between the small screen and the data there and the unsettling male still watching her.

At length, he turned toward her fully, and his eyes seemed to bore through flesh and bone to her very center, “No, my dear, we have never met.” The voice was cold, utterly devoid of human warmth.

Azjah lifted the glass to her lips, taking a slow sip that caught in her throat at his words. The sensation of having someone peer right through her was as chilling as his tone. She slowly set down the glass before speaking, “I was hoping I had not forgotten an introduction.”

He folded his arms and stood, moving toward her table with unknown intent, and Azjah watched his approach with growing disquiet, she cleared the screen of the tiny computer without taking her eyes off the man, who paused, “You have not missed an introduction, my dear. Though it is rude of me to.” He paused, “Though, I am sure you have heard of me from reputation alone.” He pulled a chair out across from Azjah, settling himself down as he continued to study her, almost as some sort of prey item.

A female voice behind her said to Tara, “Well, and the Pox was removed I hope.” But the remainder of the discussion was lost as Azjah returned the regard as he settled onto the chair. “Perhaps you will make proper introductions now then?” She asked the man who had managed to unsettle her. “I do not believe I have heard you named, only seen you pass through from time to time.”

The smile he gave her was polite and gentlemanly enough, although it could freeze the water in the air if it were given the opportunity. His voice was quiet enough that no one around them would hear except Azjah, “My name is Travanix.”

A ripple of chill threaded through her veins at the tone, despite its quiet volume, “Travanix, I am Azjah Caer.”

He leaned back into his chair slightly, still with that unnerving study, “A pleasure, my dear. I have seen your name in the directorship of the museum, have I not?”

Azjah relaxed slightly at that, and gave him a bit of a smile, “I am one of the patrons of the museum, yes, but I leave the direction to those more knowledgeable.” As a patron, she did spend a lot of time there, but the daily business was not something she was competent at, and she had other businesses to worry about.

Travanix nodded, that same dark/polite smile upon his lips. He reached into a pocket on his utility belt and pulled out something that remained clenched within his fist as he spoke, “Tell me then, what makes a lovely patron such as yourself come here?”

Azjah found that an odd query, the Inn was the local place to gather, “Usually to meet someone, or a public venue for negotiations or deals.”

“And tell me, dear lady, are you meeting someone tonight?” His voice was soft, yet seemed to have a hollow or echoing quality to it as he spoke.

Azjah gave a small shake of her head, “Not by plan. I had an appointment cancelled.” She glanced at his closed hand, and could not see anything within. Gabriel’s low growl warned her that this one had her harm in his mind and she had felt his chill before. “Are you a regular visitor to the museum Mr. Travanix?”
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He extended his hand, opening it upon the table as he spoke, “Then let me propose something,” a simple black ribbon rested in the palm of his hand. It was no more than a few centimeters in length, but it was a thing of beauty. With his other hand, he delicately took it, placing it within Azjah’s reach, then carefully smoothing it. The silvery highlights around the edges seemed to catch the light and cast it back, “I am looking for someone who can help me.”

Azjah’s attention slid to the bit of ribbon he had laid with such care upon the table, “Help you? How?” She could not fathom how she could be any assistance to this stranger.

He leaned back again, “I get around a bit. I have enjoyed some of the displays.” He left the black ribbon within easy reach, “I am looking at marketing some very unique and special ribbon. Perhaps you know some local seamstress that might be interested in some new material?” He watched Azjah as a hungry hawk watches a mouse. One hand raised up to rest on the table at the elbow, the other to catch his head at the chin.

Azjah slid her fingertips toward the ribbon, “What makes this unique?” It was lovely, but black ribbon simply seemed black ribbon in this case. “It is lovely, have you spoken with any of the local modistes?” She still had no idea why he was speaking to her when there were so many others with closer ties to the dress makers and tailors in RhyDin. She picked up the black ribbon bit and studied it a bit closer.

“It is a very unique silk, not found locally. It has taken extensive effort to refine it and keep it clean, though it is strong and brilliant when dyed in various colors.” His hawk’s intensity remained, but was there just a hint of satisfaction when she’d picked up the ribbon?

About then, Rhaine walked through the doors of the Inn. She was wearing her usual black attire, and she headed for the bar. Azjah slid the short length of ribbon lightly between her fingers and glanced again at Travanix, “fine silk always commands a good price.”

Lana, the young woman who’d made the comment earlier about a Pox now sat staring at the door to the Inn, as though she were wishing for someone special to appear. Her expression clearly said that she longed to look into someone special’s eyes, and so far, she had only seen disappointment.

Rhaine got herself a bottle of water and noticed Azjah sitting with Travanix, and Azjah took that moment to speak to Rhaine. She did not want to spend the evening in the company of this unusual male that made her so distinctly uncomfortable. “Good evening Rhaine.” Hopefully Rhaine would come join them, and Azjah glanced back at Travanix.

Rhaine seated herself near the bar and listened for a few moments before she took a sip of the water, “Evening,” she nodded Azjah’s direction, but did not move.

Travanix continued, “All I am is a distributor. Take it. It’s a small sample, tell me what you think.” He smirked slightly before standing up, “Show it around to those you think may be interested.” He slipped to the side of the chair and pushed it back into its original place before leaning closer to her, and she could feel the unnatural chill in his breath as he spoke, “I do look forward to meeting with you again, my dear Azjah.” He stepped back then and walked toward the door.

The chill shuddered through her as she thought to herself that she certainly hoped they would not meet again, but the bit of black ribbon remained held between her fingers as he departed. She blinked and closed her hand around the ribbon as she glanced at Rhaine, “Would you care to join me Rhaine?”
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Rhaine stood and walked toward her, the odd black hemispheres on her head gave off a faint glimmer as she said she would enjoy it and she sat down. Azjah offered to have something brought for her to drink, but the vampires stuck with just the water she had carried with her. She rubbed a solid black stone bracelet absent-mindedly, “at least not in the nearest two days.”

Azjah nodded and asked how she had been. She hadn’t seen Rhaine out and about in RhyDin of late. Rhaine shrugged, “More or less alive.” It was a quixotic comment that drew a raised brow from Azjah, who commented that she hoped it was more alive rather than less.

Rhaine gave her a puzzled look, “Quite an interesting thing to say about a vampire.”

Azjah chuckled at that, “the more alive you are, the less temptation I should think.”

That elicited a soft chuckle from Rhaine, “Sort of. Vit and I are quite busy with what you may call database synchronization.”

Azjah nodded at that, she had met Rhaine’s brother Vitus, and had liked the man instantly, “How is your brother? It sounds like you have both been rather busy then.”

Rhaine sipped the water, “well, he was quite surprised by some news, which is quite natural. And, well, he’s been busy.”

Ajzah lifted a brow, “Good news?” The black ribbon slid soundlessly between her fingers as they talked.

Rhaine smiled that enigmatic smile of hers, “old news. You know, when you leave younger sisters alone for a long time, they tend to get a personal life.”

Azjah chuckled at that, “Well, I never had a sibling, but I believe I catch your point.” Just as Rhaine and Artemus had earlier surprised Azjah, she could well imagine Vitus’ surprise as well.

Rhaine continued, with perhaps just a hint of bitterness, “plus, certain political crap that makes Vitus seriously annoyed. I realize now how problematic it was for Eldritch to keep him controlled.”

After sipping the scotch, Azjah nodded, “Somehow, I do not believe that I would like to see Vitus seriously annoyed.” In fact, the thought of Vitus seriously angered was just plain frightening.

“Precisely,” Rhaine concurred. “I used to be explosive, but never anything similar to brother.” Rhaine noticed as Azjah slid the black ribbon into a pocket, “Something interesting, or sad news?”

Panther moved down from the upper hall, stopping at the landing at the top of the stairs where he leaned against the hand rail and took a look around the common room of the Inn. Azjah gave him a quick wave as she removed the black ribbon from her pocket, “It was a gift from Travanix. He is hoping to find an outlet to sell it. Though why me, I cannot say.”

Panther returned the wave with a nod before making his way down the stairs.

“Ribbons, or fabric?” Rhaine’s attention focused on the shining black silk.

“He said ribbon,” and Azjah laid it onto the table, gently smoothing it out, almost with a reverent touch.

Rhaine shrugged, “I would think twice before dealing with him. But that is me. You know, it’s a paranoia.”

Azjah nodded, “He makes me very uncomfortable,” and that was not an understatement.

She nodded with a slight smile, “I understand. I have met him before. Not a very pleasant, but it was a curious, encounter. At least for someone with a permanent death wish.”

Azjah studied the black silk ribbon a moment, “I cannot place a finger on what it is precisely, but being in his presence is like coming into contact with something purely evil and malevolent.”

Rhaine gave her a slight smile, “that is not a thing that bothers me.” In fact, Rhaine’s world served a deity of great evil if the tales about Asmodeus were true.

Azjah’s eyes remained on the ribbon, “It does me apparently.”

“In any case, you know you need to be suspicious.” Rhaine commented, then added, “I would say suspicious in the nth degree, with n well greater than 1.”

Azjah nodded absently, “sound advice based on my initial reactions to him.” But the bit of black ribbon remained between her fingers.

Rhaine gave her a wry smile, “Not a very unique advice of course. Its only logical. From another point of view, I have given you no reason to trust my words either.”

Azjah lifted her gaze to Rhaine’s, “If one trusts their instincts, they are usually safer.” The problem was that too often, instincts were ignored.

“Usually. That’s the key word.” She took another sip of water.

Azjah wanted to change the subject, “so this synchronization you were speaking of, it is completed?”

Rhaine nodded, “Yes, we always file lengthy reports when we do anything. Vitus has the habit too. This way there is less chance that one messes up things for another.”
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The black ribbon remained cool in her hand, “If you think of it, please give Vitus my greetings. It sounds as though you and he go long periods without seeing one another.” She had enjoyed the evenings spent talking to Vitus, and hoped he would return to RhyDin now that he was back.

Rhaine nodded, “certainly.’ Then she laughed, “The longest was several centuries,” as she told her how long she went without seeing her brother.

Azjah shook her head, “Incomprehensible to those like myself with such short lives.”

Rhaine chuckled, “we’re spoiled by unlife. At least certain experiences showed me that wish to become a human again is even more stupid than a death wish.”

Azjah glanced at her, “There must be downsides though.” Such longevity had to have down sides that she could only guess at.

Rhaine laughed a bit, “There certainly are downsides, but, everything has them, doesn’t it?”

After taking a sipping the scotch, Azjah agreed, “Yes, I suppose that is true. At least everything I have experienced.”

Rhaine noticed that many of the people were leaving, and she smiled, “Guess everyone has a party somewhere.”

“So it would seem,” Azjah concurred. Apparently there was a wedding, and that left the Inn virtually deserted.

“A year ago was some celebration I had to spend time on,” she shuddered slightly, “Lord help me never to dance again.” She expressed utter revulsion regarding the celebration she had attended.

Azjah gave her friend a surprised look, “you were dancing?”

Rhaine grimaced, “With Artemus. He invited me to go with him. Everyone was. So I kinda relied on vampire reflexes not to look like a ragdoll.”

Azjah chuckled, “practice makes perfect.” Not that she expected to change Rhaine’s mind about dancing.

She sneered, “Practice makes me perfectly vexed. That would be more precise. How do you humans find enjoyable side in dancing?”

Azjah gave her a merry laugh, “to dance is to let the body breathe Rhaine. The contact with another creature, to move with the rhythm of the music is sublime joy.” Azjah loved to dance. The pure joy of moving with music was as close to flying as she could get.

Rhaine shrugged, “Do you find experimenting in biochemistry enjoyable?”

Azjah swirled the scotch briefly, “Perhaps not biochemistry, that was more Kendrick’s field, but yes, there are sciences that I enjoy greatly.” She loved astronomy and geology, and experiments in either of those fields might compare with Rhaine’s love of biochemistry.

“Well, for me, experimenting is a thousand times more enjoyable than any dancing would be,” Rhaine stated unequivocally.

Azjah leaned back into the chair, the black ribbon still held between her fingers, “I cannot help but think that is a shame Rhaine, but perhaps that is my own limitation showing.” About then, Tara sneezed and reflexively, Azjah said ‘gesundheit’ to her.

Tara bobbed a quick curtsey to Azjah, “thank you.”

Rhaine gave Azjah a dubious smile, “perhaps I need to hear more music. In the Temple, we aren’t very musical.”

Azjah gave her friend a smile, “Perhaps that would help Rhaine, there is music for all tastes. You simply need to find one that moves you.” Somehow Azjah didn’t think Rhaine would find motivation in the varieties of music that she enjoyed, but somewhere there had to be something that spoke to Rhaine’s soul. Rhaine conceded that she might try someday, but that was about as far as the vampiress was willing to go.

Azjah changed the subject then, “Are you working on a special research project?”

“Always,” she replied with her usual confidence, as though such a question were a bit redundant. Azjah asked if it was something she could discuss, and Rhaine chuckled, “Besides reverse engineering that is. I may, but would it be interesting for you?”

Azjah crossed her legs comfortably, “Perhaps not the deep chemistry of it, but yes, I would like to hear about it.” If Rhaine were so focused on a project, it had to be very complex.

“I’m quite interested in compatibility issues,” she began with a slight smile, “you know, it’s often a problem with alien organics being un-usable by human metabolisms. I’m trying to find a magically inert solution. I mean direct usage of course. Pre-processing would be a cheat.”

Azjah canted her head slightly, “You must have a formidable set of resources available to you for that kind of undertaking.” Somehow it did not surprise her that Rhaine would not want any short cuts as that would be shoddy workmanship in her eyes.
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“Of course,” Rhaine replied, “but the origin of these resources is something I’m not to discuss.”

So she had found a sensitive spot then, the funding for the Temple of Asmodeus, Azjah made a note of that point. “Understood. How goes the research? Promising, or still hunting for that elusive item?”

Rhaine told her that the research would be a headache, “too many people are stuck with traditionalist definitions of a human. And really weird with silicon and boron organics.”

Azjah nodded, “I would think flexible thinking would be a prerequisite for such research.” The notion of people being stuck in a rigid mindset precluded any progress in new fields as far as she was concerned.

Rhaine nodded, “for implementing it, yes. And absolute flexibility… it’s the least problem for me.”

Azjah shook her head, “that sounds like fascinating, but potentially very frustrating research.” It almost sounded more like pure research for the sake of research rather than something tangible and on the near horizon. But, without pure research, some of the greatest leaps forward would never have happened in her life time.

Rhaine gave her a dreamy smile, the first Azjah had ever seen from the vampires, “frustrating? Never.”

“You truly enjoy it, and it shows,” Azjah commented and then Rhaine snapped out of her dreamy smile with a slightly embarrassed look, adding that no one in RhyDin would need her work anyway. Azjah frowned at her, “What makes you say that?”

Rhaine turned her eyes on Azjah, “where would you find someone wishing to chew on a salad from Cryslonian vegetables?”

Since Azjah had never heard of such a thing, she shrugged with a soft chuckle, “I have no clue….from Cryslonia?”

Rhaine did not return the humor, “Cryslon. I’d say the rear end of civilized worlds. Silicon organics.”

Azjah’s brow lifted, she’d heard about silicon life forms, but had never met any, “I have heard of them, but never met one.”

Rhaine chuckled then, “One implementable thing is becoming nearly immune to most toxic substances. But of course this part is a security issue. I’ve met some folks from Cryslon, a couple of hundred years ago.”

Azjah was used to security points and did not press her, “And what are they like?” Description of the Cryslons shouldn’t be a secret and she was truly curious.

Rhaine thought a moment, “I would describe them as a radial-symmetric and beautifully colored. They can hardly stand high pitched voices, and their own voices are deep and partially infrasonic. A very interesting and complex metabolism.”

“Fascinating,” was about all Azjah could say at that point. She had a mental image, but somehow she doubted it was anything like the Cryslons Rhaine had met.

“They were,” Rhaine commented. “Keyword – were.”

Azjah sipped her scotch as she reiterated the past tense. “Were?”
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About then Colonel Savage climbed the steps onto the porch, then pulled open the Inn door and entered. He was wearing a light weight, brown leather jacket that covered his weapon, and reasonably new jeans that fit him very well. He removed the shades upon entering, and glanced about the Inn’s common room.

Azjah glanced up as the door opened and gave a quick wave to Wil as Rhaine said, “after some time of communicating with them, I was no longer fascinated. Worst boring conservatives I’ve ever met. Even worse than humans.” She added with a faint smile.

Lana turned to look at the opening door and looked quickly back at her table partner, “umm, me.” She blushed profusely.

Kynthia gave a lazy smile as she noted the abrupt blush that colored Lana’s cheeks as Wil walked through the door and put two and two together, coming up with three, especially as Wil moved toward another woman rather than walking over to greet Lana.

Right behind Wil came Scarlet, whom Azjah hadn’t seen since they’re returned from the star birthing in the Large Magellanic Cloud. She waved at Azjah as she headed for the bar.

Wil saw Lana and waved her direction before he spotted Azjah and Rhaine, whom he did not know. At Azjah’s wave, he walked her direction in time to hear her say, “boring conservatives?”

Rhaine nodded, “Just their nature I guess.”

Azjah returned Scarlet’s wave with a smile, then turned her attention to Wil, “Good evening Wil, have you met Rhaine?”

Wil paused beside their table, “Good evening, Lady Caer.” Then his deep blue eyes slid over Rhaine, “No, I haven’t.”

Rhaine looked up and the dark glassy circles on her forehead shimmered slightly as Azjah said, “ah, will you allow me to do the honors then? Colonel Wil Savage, may I introduces my friend, Rhaine Rustovich. Rhaine, this is Wil.”

Wil smiled at Rhaine, “A pleasure to meet you, m’lady.”

Rhaine brought forth her best Asmodean mannerisms, “A pleasure to meet you, sir.” She had visibly reacted on reflex, standing up and returning Wil’s bow in a well practiced move. Almost in a medieval-like army fashion was her formality.

Scarlet ordered herself a glass of whiskey and turned to face the small crowd, then stood up and walked toward Azjah and Rhaine and Wil, “Mind if I sit here?”

Azjah smiled up at Scarlet, “Please, join us. Scarlet, do you know Rhaine and Wil?”

Meanwhile, Wil had repeated Rhaine’s name and given her a slight bow, “An honor,” he told her, then he glanced at Scarlet as Azjah queried whether or not they knew one another.

Scarlet eyed the two and said, “No, I don’t believe we have met.”

Azjah chuckled, “well then, Scarlet, this is Rhaine Rustovich, a friend of mine, and Wil Savage, a friend as well. Please meet Scarlet.”

The witch pirate flipped the rim of her hat up and nodded at the two new faces, “My name’s Scarlet,” then she took the empty seat next to Azjah.

Wil smiled, “Hello Scarlet, Wil Savage.”

She sipped her whiskey and looked up at Wil again, “Nice to meet ye.”

Wil smiled at her, “My pleasure Scarlet.”

Rhaine’s reaction to Scarlet was more relaxed, “Glad to meet you, Scarlet.” Azjah wondered if it was the military title that had elicited the sharply formal bow.

Scarlet then looked at Rhaine, “Nice to meet ye as well….”

Rhaine however seemed to be focused on something else, and was perhaps even kicking herself in her own mind for her reflexes.

Azjah glanced at the table of people who were strangers to one another, “Rhaine and I were discussing biochemistry and silicon based life forms,” she told them all, “And Wil, Scarlet has also flown with me on the Dragon.” Perhaps if she could link them through means other than simply all of them knowing her, they would feel more comfortable with one another sooner. She motioned to the empty chairs around the table, “Please, make yourselves comfortable.”

Scarlet toyed with her whiskey, “Sorry for last night lovey.” Then she pulled her chair closer to the table.

Azjah flashed her a smile, “No apologies needed Scarlet.”

Wil’s brow lifted, “Really? I hope you had a pleasant ride Scarlet.”
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Azjah smiled at Wil, “Will any of you be going to the Beltane celebration?” She was curious to know if this was a big celebration, or well attended. The whole thing was an unknown, and Dyson was busily researching it for her.

Scarlet raised a brow at Wil’s question, “It was fabulous! Met some interesting fellows,” and she chuckled at the memories of the Zwerg.

Wil sat down in the chair between Azjah and Rhaine, settling in as Rhaine realized that what she’d been to last year was also a Beltane Celebration. Wil smiled, or perhaps it was a bit of a smirk, “That’s good to hear Scarlet. Lady Caer always gives interesting journey’s on that Star Dragon.”

Azjah gave Rhaine a smile, “Ah, and that is where you had to dance?” That query brought a shudder of revulsion from Rhaine as she nodded yes. “Does that mean you will not be going this year Rhaine?” Azjah was truly hoping someone at the table would be going besides she and Wil. And since Rhaine had already been to one, she would be perfect. But Rhaine gave her an emphatic ‘no’.

Azjah gave Wil an oh so innocent smile, “I do try to please.” He simply gave her his bad-boy smile that spoke volumes.

Scarlet looked at Azjah, “So how is the vamp?”

Azjah had to chuckle, “Gabriel is fine.” She knew Scarlet was aware that Gabriel is not a vampyre, but she played on the old prejudices.

Rhaine commented then that she would be keeping out of the entire area of the Beltane festival. As far as possible.”

Wil looked at Rhaine, “Lady Caer is honoring me by accompanying me to Beltane.” Wil lifted a brow at Rhaine’s comment, “Oh, it can’t be that bad, can it?” Suddenly Wil’s expression grew worried.

Azjah chuckled again as Rhaine made it clear that she had no interest in that social event, then she looked at Wil, “However, I have to find out what the dress code is for this event.” The last thing she wanted to do was arrive completely inappropriately attired.

Wil told her that he thought it was rather informal, and about then, Lana gave him another surreptitious glance. But Wil saw it, and returned her glance. She gave him a smile and then downed a gulp of her drink.

“Rhaine? What did people wear last year?” Azjah decided that if she couldn’t get Rhaine to join them, she would at least pick her brains about the previous year’s celebration.

Rhaine shrugged, “Anything. Art and me were even unarmored.”

Wil turned his attention back to Rhaine, “Well, if you were to go again, what would you wear this time?”

Azjah glanced Scarlet’s direction, “What about you Scarlet? Will you be going to the Beltane festival?”

Scarlet gave her a teasing smile, “Ye could wear one of my frocks.” Then she glanced at those around the table, “What exactly is this event?”

Azjah quirked a brow at Scarlet as she remembered the clothing Scarlet had worn for their flight to the Large Magellanic Cloud, “Like that blouse you wore under the corset?” She never had figured out how that worked.

Rhaine considered Wil’s query, “hmm, something comfortable enough in any case.”

Wil smiled at Scarlet, “It’s a celebration of the Spring, new life, that kind of thing.”

Azjah gave him a very startled look, what he was describing sounded very much like a fertility festival! “A what?”

He paused and quickly amended, “A celebration, of, the end of Winter, I think.”

Azjah chuckled then as he amended his description, “End of Winter? Alrighty.” Somehow though, she suspected that the pagan holiday of Beltane would indeed have moments dedicated to the fertility gods.

Scarlet asked when the celebration would be held, and Azjah told her that it was Friday and Saturday.

Then a bit of an imp inspired Azjah as she gave Wil a serious glance, “What does one wear for the end of winter besides flowers?” She wondered if he would sense her meaning.

He gave her a smile, one that said he’d never seen her not look good before winking as she approved an End of Winter Celebration. “You would look wonderful in flowers.”

Scarlet took a sip of her whiskey, and Azjah realized that Wil had nothing to drink, “Wil? What would yo like to drink?” She blushed at his compliment, or perhaps the path her mind wandered before thanking him for the charming worlds.

He desired only coffee for the moment, and Azjah sent a serving lad to the bar for coffee. Wil gave her a nod of thanks as the coffee arrived, “Actually, since it will be outside, I think comfortable clothes, flat shoes, and something to keep off any chill at night would be appropriate dress for Beltane.”
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Azjah glanced at everyone at the table, “Well, if it is outside, and casual, perhaps we can all go?”

Scarlet adjusted her coat, and Wil agreed that it would be fun for them to all go.

Rhaine smiled slightly, a faint baring of fangs, “Not me. Since its outside, and some… ex-brethren… think that some conflicts are best solved with ranged weapons….” She left that hanging in the air and Azjah gave her a long look.

Scarlet considered it, then said that she might be enticed to join the festivities.

Lana glanced at Kynthia, “wild torrid sex?? Never happens in the open, it’s a very private matter to all there.”

That brought Azjah up short hearing that bit of news. And she had to wonder just how pagan this celebration would be.

Wil smiled at Scarlet, “That would be great, Scarlet.” Then he turned to Rhaine, “Are you sure, Rhaine? Not even for a little while?” His enthusiasm for this event was very clear.

Scarlet considered, “I suppose, I really don’t know what it is…” Scarlet looked at her drink and swirled the contents in the glass.

Azjah glanced again at Rhaine, “We would love to have you come too Rhaine, and we won’t even insist that you dance.” The vampiress looked a little embarrassed, and commented that she realized that she was allowing paranoia to overcome her, and she began to waiver slightly in her adamant refusal.

Winking then at the Pirate Witch, Azjah promised not to put her in one of the snug flight suits, then she touched Wil’s forearm to explain, “Scarlet was not so sure about flight suits.”

Wil leaned closer to Azjah, “well, some flight suits are pretty constricting.” Then he glanced at Scarlet, “To be honest, Scarlet, I don’t like them either.” Then he gave her a quick wink. Azjah chuckled to herself, Wil hadn’t disliked her flight suit.

Rhaine absently touched the solid black stone bracelet before looking at it and nodding, “For a little while, I will be informed when I have to leave.”

Azjah thought that comment a bit odd, but she was pleased that Rhaine had reconsidered. Wil agreed, “That’s great Rhaine!” But Rhaine’s expression did not convey that she thought her concurrence was so great. At her expression, he added, “I think these things are simply what you make them, and a lot depends on whom you hang out with at Beltane.”

Rhaine continued to frown, “Add paranoia and being unarmored for me.”

Scarlet chuckled, “I think I will let you help me pick out an outfit. I don’t want to stick out.” She paused, then gave Azjah a very determined look, “but no flowers!”

About then Taneth was looking for mischief and blew a kiss toward Azjah, who playfully caught it and sent one right back to her. Something of silliness about that action resulted in Tara mimicking Tanneth, and she too blew a kiss at Azjah. This surprised Azjah, but she blew one back to her before saying, “kisses are running rampant tonight.”

Wil glanced at Azjah as she assured Rhaine that they would have great fun, resisting the urge to touch her, settling instead for a smile to himself at her animation.

Azjah turned once more to Scarlet, “You would look stunning with a lavender phalaenopsis in that mane of yours Scarlet.”

Scarlet frowned, then added, “Maybe some black roses.” When Azjah frowned, thinking black would not be nearly as impressive, Scarlet added, “I like black roses, and I like to dance.”

Kynthia heard the discussion on the Beltane festival and commented to her table partners, “Speaking of sex, I asked that lady that was tending to everyone craving alcohol the other night about this Beltane bash. She said anyone could go, you don’t need a date.”

Azjah gave a soft laugh, “so we have Rhaine who does not like to dance, Wil who doesn’t want to dance with Gabriel, and Scarlet who doesn’t like flowers.”

Wil chuckled, “But, I would love to dance with you, Lady Caer.”

Azjah’s gaze shifted to the door as Xenograg walked inside. He was dressed in a light blue, knee length topcoat with a yellow sash around his waist, brown trousers, and black boots. The wide, gilt swordbelt suspending a carved wooden scabbard was affixed at his left hip, and a reversed holster on his right. He was also wearing a heavy blue cloak as he paused inside the doors. Azjah greeted him, followed by Tanneth and Rhaine, who rose to give him a formal bow.

Azjah flashed Wil a smile, “I believe that can be arranged.”

Taneth piped up then, “Oh! Azjah, may I dance with you too?!?” So she gave Taneth a wink, “The dance card is not yet full.”

Xenograg glanced around the room and as he heard Azjah’s greeting, he walked toward the table, “Always a pleasure to join you, thank you.”

Introductions were made, and Scarlet was the only one that had never been formally introduced to him. He sat down with them as Wil said that he remembered Xeno from days long ago.
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Scarlet looked up at Xenograg and extended her hand as they were introduced. Wil and Xenograg were reacquainted and Azjah sent a serving lad for some tea since the General had decided to join them. Pleasantries were exchanged and Wil smiled and reseated himself beside Azjah, saying to Xenograg, “doing pretty well, Xeno, amazingly well, actually.”

Azjah gave Xenograg a warm smile, “We were just discussing the Beltane festival and going.” Azjah glanced at Scarlet again, “I can just se you with orchids and baby’s breath in your hair.”

Scarlet pondered, “I was thinking more of a white dress with black roses.” Which, Wil thought would be lovely. “The black representing the death of winter, and the white would be the purity of new growth.”

Azjah considered that aspect of the festival, “Since this is about rebirth, perhaps I can get Koy to do something in shades of green silk?” She certainly hoped Koy could pull this off on such short notice. Wil gave her a quick smile, “That would be beautiful.” Azjah winked at him, “Anything Koy makes is stunning.”

Then she smiled at Rhaine, “I think it’s marvelous you’ll consent to come. Perhaps I can get you to tell me more about your research?” Then she smiled brightly, “Perhaps Vitus could join you? Would you feel more comfortable with him around, given your concerns over long range open air attacks?”

Rhaine equivocated, “Perhaps, if he can get over here.”

Wil missed another covert glance from Lana, instead asking Rhaine, “Yes, what is this research you were speaking of?” But Rhaine remained very quiet, preferring not to speak too openly about her research.

Azjah asked Xenograg whether he and Amaltea would be attending the festivities, but he was not certain they could, the events in Barsi would dictate whether they would be available, and he made no promises.

Scarlet and Xenograg were discussing how long he’d been in the city and how many people he knew, and it surprised Azjah how long the General had been in the city. “I have been in and out of RhyDin for over twenty years, and I do know quite a few people.” The two of them began discussing sword fighting in the Duel of Swords. Xenograg told her that he only dueled Swords, no magic or fists, and Scarlet looked at him, “I am not very good at Swords.”

At length, Rhaine seemed to pick her words carefully as she finally answered Wil, “Nothing interesting. Just another project.”

Wil told her that he always was interested in research, and Rhaine shrugged, “Possibly, Research, well, most of it is dealing with finding a magically-inert solution to problem of compatibility, letting carbon-based humans to consume almost any kind of aliens. Or aliens consume any type of being they choose without getting stomach disorders. Magically active solution would be a cheat and no fun.” Then she gave Wil a fanged smile.

Wil looked at Rhaine, tilted his head and blinked, “Whoa, that’s quite a research project.”

Rhaine shrugged, “And who'd care to implement it, Colonel? Most humans would never dare to change themselves.” He replied that she needed to find someone who ‘needs’ to change for her research.

Scarlet raised a brow at Azjah, “Will Gabriel be there?”

She nodded, “Yes, he goes where I go.” She didn’t look Wil’s way at that, she wasn’t sure she wanted to see his reaction. Then Azjah added for Scarlet, “the General has a training dojo in RhyDin.”

Xenograg commented to Scarlet, “Dueling is a special form of sword fighting. It requires some adjustment from everyone.”

Scarlet gave Azjah a surprised look, “Oh really? A Dojo?” Then she shifted her attention back to Xenograg. “Would you please explain?”

Azjah nodded, adding that “Xeno has taught some of the finest duelists in RhyDin.”

Xenograg nodded, “Yes, used to teach dueling, and other things.” Azjah glanced at Xenograg and his past tense as Scarlet asked if she could join one of his next classes. “I do not hold regular classes, I have few active students.”

Taneth began moving bottles around, as though searching for something. Finally Azjah asked her if she had lost something. Taneth paused, “No.” Then returned to her bottle rearranging.

Azjah simply shook her head and glanced again at Wil, “And what are you wearing Colonel?” He leaned closer and said, “I think I'll wear something that is stylish, comfortable . . . rather gentlemanly.” She gave him a quick smile, “Very descriptive, Colonel.” He grinned at her, “You want to know exactly what I’m wearing?” She chuckled, “Absolutely.” He gave her a teasing wink, “I’ll just have to model it.”

Rhaine shrugged again, “I can’t imagine someone needing to change in this city, they have magic available to them, which is slapdash, but usable.”

Wil disagreed, “People who need to hide, and some even hate magic.”

Rhaine glanced at him, “They don’t even look for an elegant magical solution, they just take first thing they can use.”

Scarlet observed that magic was her favorite and Azjah simply shook her head, “Magic will get you the death penalty on Rigel.”

Rhaine gave a huge blink at that piece of news, “Another of non-magical places?”
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Azjah nodded at Rhaine, “Sad to say Rhaine, but yes, magic is deemed inappropriate on Rigel.”

Scarlet gave Azjah an impish smile, “Or, it will make ye prematurely lose your hair.” The inside joke brought a smile to Azjah’s face. Then Scarlet turned to Xenograg, “How does one apply for this?”

Azjah gave Xenograg a puzzled look, “General? Did I hear correctly that you no longer teach on a regular basis?” She had lost touch with the events in RhyDin.

Xeno nodded affirmatively to Azjah, then said to Scarlet, “If I asked you for a reason, what would you give me?” He sat quietly studying her as she thought about her response.’

Scarlet took several moments to consider her motives, “I want to be the best, and you could teach me that.”

Rhaine was so flabbergasted that her next question just slipped out. “Do you mean active use of it, or just not being able to exist without it?”

Azjah sipped the scotch, “The active use. A magic user on Rigel once convicted is swiftly put to death, to prevent the spread of the genes that pass it on.”

Rhaine sighed, “What a weird place. Do they have some magic detectors?”

Azjah shook her head, “not so much like you mean Rhaine, but few people challenge the rules outright. The penalty is simply too high.” Wil added, “I know Rigel, and you don’t challenge their laws.”

Rhaine simply shook her head in disbelief, “Even breathing, feeding and looking will be a crime if I go there.”

Scarlet was listening to the exchange, and smirked. Azjah spotted it and added, “Which is why I won’t take Scarlet to Rigel, it would be too much of a temptation for her I think.” Then she winked at Scarlet, but the witch’s tendency to challenge authority was enough to tell Azjah that a trip to Rigel would be out of the question for her new friend.

Xenograg had considered Scarlet’s answer, “I like that answer.” Scarlet’s face brightened noticeably. Then he offered to work with Scarlet. She chuckled, “That would be capital!”

Azjah laughted a bit, “And some things are better not touched by magic, do you not agree General?” She knew that the General was not using much magic in the construction of his new place in Xenodar. Then she glanced at Rhaine, “Ah, Rhaine, you have an ability to blend in when you wish to.”

Rhaine shrugged, “The law is against using, or against being caught using?” Then she added, “And I wouldn't really bother to come to Rigel. If I want to be in a hi-tech world, I can return to Mentar Station.”

“In theory,” Azjah said, “against use. In practice against being caught.” Wil set down his cup of coffee as Azjah gave him a wink, “You’re the only one I could take to Rigel and not be hung for witchdraft.”

Scarlet glanced at Azjah then, “I don’t think it would be healthy for me to come on another star trip.” But her face saddened as she took another sip of he whiskey.

Azjah smiled at her, “Scarlet, I simply need to keep you away from my clients, not so much the stars.” Then she laughed, “Besides, were I ever to sail with you, I’m sure I’d cause some havoc as well.”

Scarlet then said she’d been meaning to ask her about that, and when Azjah asked what she wanted to ask about, she blushed, “Would you like to, in the summer, come with me on a cruise?” Azjah smiled and accepted the invitation. Then Scarlet winked, “I could sail ye through a hurricane.” Then she sobered, “On one condition! You must tel no one that Gabriel is, well, you know, a vampire.”

Azjah gave Wil a soft laugh as he thought a trip to Rigel sounded rather good to him, and Azjah was silently thrilled. But then she nodded at Scarlet, “I believe we can keep that to ourselves, although if we will be gone long, we’ll need more than one to feed him.”

She returned the smile, “I am sure I could come up with someone.” Then she grew more serious, We will be skipping around some isles, there are populations of food for him.” Azjah nodded, saying that such a trip would be workable then.

Wil gave her a smile that nearly melted her, “I’d love to go back to Rigel, Lady Caer. I enjoy the technical culture.”
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