WIP Wednesday – Clans of Kalquor 9: Alien Indiscretions

                As Diltan had expected, he found his clanmates in the common room, playing a round of akmag at the gaming table.  Wal was tossing the stones as Diltan walked in.  Rolat groaned and flung a card at the grinning Imdiko as one of the vid tokens moved across the holoboard.

                The entertainment vid system, only slightly smaller than the one in the greeting room, was predictably off.  No one in Clan Diltan was a fan of the news vids or dramas that played on the broadcasts.  Documentaries, educational lessons, and the occasional concert were more to their tastes.  The three men saw more than enough news and drama in their everyday lives.

                Wal’s evil grin turned gentle as he looked at Diltan.  Warmth pulsed through the Dramok’s heart at the welcoming expression from his clanmate.  Looking at that caring countenance, it was hard to believe that Wal had once despised him with all of his being.

                Diltan loved Wal’s smile.  It transformed the quietly handsome Imdiko.  Nothing about Wal stood out as particularly noteworthy until he smiled.  His features were well-formed but not memorable.  His hair was the typical Kalquorian black; straight, slightly below shoulder-length, pulled back off his face at the temples.  He was toned but not overly muscled, his frame long and more elegantly shaped than either of his clanmates’. 

                He had a tendency to look serious, no surprise for a judge who sat on the most important cases that affected the Empire.  It was not the typical career for an Imdiko, but having been raised by a family steeped in law enforcement, Wal had found a niche.  Still, it was a tough career for the nurturing breed.  The corners of Wal’s mouth were slightly lined because he found too many reasons to frown.  He had sentenced men to life sentences and even execution.  It wore on his conscience to do so, and his clanmates had found it necessary to monitor his drinking when sensational cases came Wal’s way.  Without supervision, the Imdiko tended to find more solace in the bottle than was wise.

                Diltan grinned at Wal, delighted to see his clanmate in good spirits.  His clanmate’s entire face lit up when he smiled, transforming him from forgettably handsome to beautiful.  Even after decades of clanship, the sight was enough to thrill the Dramok.

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