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Here's an excerpt from the beginning of the story, where prim human Dina Bellaire from the colony world Fantar meets Kuaron Du, a Wakanrean, for the first time-- right after she ditches the blind date a friend set her up with:
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Here's an excerpt from the beginning of the story, where prim human Dina Bellaire from the colony world Fantar meets Kuaron Du, a Wakanrean, for the first time-- right after she ditches the blind date a friend set her up with:
He put down his glass and turned to face her. “Arliana said I
should wait until later to ask you, but what the heck—Do you want to go to my
place for a more intimate get together? I’ve got better food and booze than the
Ambassador is providing, and I’m sure the two of us could have more fun alone.”
Dina felt her face flush red. She hated that she couldn’t
control her tendency to blush. Ever since she had left the comfortable
familiarity of her native world, she had found herself in such situations. No
longer shocked, she still couldn’t stop herself from reacting as a Fantaran.
“I’m sorry.” She fought to keep disapproval out of her voice.
“I have to be at work very early tomorrow morning.”
Erik’s eyes opened wide. “Oh, come on! You can’t possibly be
offended. Arliana said you were married on Croyzan.”
Her mortification faded, and annoyance replaced it. “I fail
to see that my life or my reactions are any business of yours.”
Erik’s jaw went slack. “What?”
Dina put her glass down on a nearby table. “It seems Arliana
miscalculated in thinking we would hit it off. I think I’d better go.”
He blinked. “What century do you all live in back on Fantar?
Arliana isn’t a prude about sex. How was I to know you are?”
Annoyance morphed into anger. She was trying not to judge
him, but he had no qualms about judging her. “Well, it looks like Arliana’s
miscalculation is now a certainty. Will you say good night to her for me?”
“You’re really leaving?”
"Certainly.” She nodded instead of offering her hand. “Have a
pleasant evening. Although if that takes finding a woman who’s liberal-minded
enough to go home with you after two minutes of conversation, I have my doubts.
Good night.”
She turned on her heel and stalked off, not looking back
until she was almost to the stairs.
By then all she could see of Erik was his retreating back.
Dina felt a qualm of remorse. Obviously, his idea of polite behavior would
never be acceptable on Fantar, but did she have any right to apply Fantaran
standards here on Wakanreo? In any event, she had to explain her premature
departure to Arliana.
She turned to survey the crowd again, looking for any sign of
iridescent blue and silver. She didn’t see Arliana, but she noticed the
silver-headed Wakanrean had left the Ambassador’s circle and was standing by
himself in the middle of the room.
Dina wasn’t sure, but she thought he was staring at her. She
took a few steps toward the stairs, and his eyes followed her so closely there
was no doubt that she was the object of his scrutiny.
No, his animosity. He looked angry—furious, in fact. She had
never seen a Wakanrean show so much emotion. His eyes gleamed with rage, and
his nostrils flared wide. She took another step toward the stairs, and the
Wakanrean began to walk rapidly toward her.
Dina fought panic. What could she have done to make him so
angry? She hadn’t come close enough to any Wakanreans to offend anyone. She
clasped her hands together to reassure herself that her gloves were on.
The silver-haired Wakanrean came closer still. Under his cape
he wore a long, blue robe instead of the trousers and loose, tunic-style shirt
favored by Wakanreans of both sexes. He was very close now. His golden facial
and body fur combined with the creamy white of his crest reminded her of some
Terran animal, but she couldn’t remember which one. Other than the dark blue
trim on his robe and the diamond-shaped pattern that decorated his sandals, his
only adornment was a piece of silver jewelry fastened at the base of his
throat; she couldn’t tell if it was pinned to his robe or his chest fur.
Dina could feel herself breathing faster, her heart pounding
hard. She should walk away. Why couldn’t she move her feet? She stood waiting
by the mezzanine railing, as still as if she had taken root in the floor.
The Wakanrean stood in front of her. He glared down at her,
his face contorted into a scowl, his amber eyes glowing with contempt.
“I beg your pardon.” Dina tried to keep the quaver out of her
voice. “Do I know you?”
He was so close, she could feel the heat from his body.
Either that, or the room had gotten suddenly warmer. Dina felt herself flush
from head to foot.
He didn’t answer, but all at once it was as if his anger was
a physical thing, an invisible mass, pushing against her. She stepped backward,
stumbled, and almost fell.
She reached for the mezzanine railing behind her, and in the
same instant, the Wakanrean grabbed her arm.
Dina froze, utterly baffled. The orientation had said clearly
that Wakanreans would always avoid touching a Terran, and yet here was one not
only touching her, but holding her firmly by the arm and helping her to stand.
The orientation had also failed to warn her that a Wakanrean’s
touch was so warm it almost burned. Dina could feel a flush of heat on her arm
where his hand still gripped it. She stood straighter and looked into his face.
He had typical Wakanrean features—an arched nose, large round eyes, a wide
mouth.
His expression changed as she watched. His anger faded to
confusion. He looked almost stunned. His nostrils still flared, but from the
way his eyes had opened wide, Dina knew he was surprised rather than angry.
Neither of them had taken a step since he took hold of her
arm. Dina swallowed once, conscious of discreet glances and overt stares from
those around them.
“I’m all right,” she said finally, wondering if she was
speaking the truth. The dizziness had passed, but she still felt lightheaded.
“Thank you, but you can let go now.”
He loosened his grip but didn’t release her for a few
seconds. When he did, he brushed her bare arm with the back of his hand. Dina
was amazed when it sent shivers of anticipation up her spine.
“This is unexpected.” His wonderfully resonant voice had a
rich, warm timbre to it that made Dina’s shivers change from anticipation to
yearning.
“Yes,” she said, unsure of what he meant, but afraid to give
offense.
“Where do you live?”
“I have an apartment in the off-world sector,” she said,
wondering why she was answering him. She fought the urge to close her eyes and
just listen to that wonderful voice.
“My house is in the cliffs outside the city. Let’s go there
instead.”
“All right.”
It took Dina a moment to realize that she had agreed to go
home with him.
End excerpt
