Thursday, December 22, 2011

Left Out


Dinner turned out well. The forest spider, despite being some kind of alien spider, actually tasted good. It was somewhat like crab in Alex’s estimation. The servers brought out several more small courses and his reaction to them was... varied. Nothing was bad, but some of it wasn't something he'd go out of his way to have again in the future.

Alex did not fuss about anything, as he had promised. He had been concerned that he wasn’t going to be comfortable being served in a formal setting but it didn’t faze him at all. That actually did make him worry a little bit, as though acceptance of a lavish treatment would make him a bad person. He was pretty sure that it didn’t, but the concern lingered in his mind.

Thursday, December 15, 2011

Dinner Time


“No, not really.” Alex deadpanned, shaking his head slowly. “I don’t particularly care what people are saying behind my back.”

Eleya gave him a narrow look, her ears and antennae pressing down against her head with an almost exasperated huff. “You may not have, but you are not who you were before, young prince. What others think is far more useful than you yet understand and it is important that you learn that.”

Friday, December 9, 2011

History Lesson


There was about an hour to kill before the dinner. Alex and Carbon had made their way over to a waiting room and Carbon gave him the rundown on what would be expected of him. Nothing seemed particularly alien. He already knew how to use chopsticks and about how they handled toasts. Otherwise, all he had to do was wait for Eleya to start eating before he did and not make a fuss over anything.

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Planning


Despite Eleya’s declaration that they should proceed with the meeting, there was an awkward silence that lingered for some time before Colonel Lhenan pushed his chair back from the table. He stood and crossed the room, standing at the control panel next to Eleya. He bent down and spoke with her briefly before producing a small data cartridge from his tunic and seating it into a recessed slot, hands sliding over the controls as he prepared his presentation.