Fresh from training with the warriors of Cas Village, Anneliese reports to the ever-composed Salno.
Salno turned to them and dipped her head. Her
expression barely registered bland interest at their presence. “From my spirit
to yours, Anneliese and Nex. Was the battle training up to Earthling standards?”
Anneliese said, “I’ve got two words for you: big
guns.”
Salno’s expression didn’t change. Her ears didn’t
twitch, not a bit. She couldn’t have looked less impressed if she’d tried.
Anneliese sighed. “If I stick something pointy in
you, will you at least give me the satisfaction of a yell?”
“Most assuredly. Does that comfort you?” Now her
ears cupped forward, awaiting Anneliese’s reaction.
Could the Risnarish woman be joking? Was she
capable of it? The grin on Nex’s face indicated that perhaps she was. Anneliese
decided to match Salno’s tone and serene countenance. “Indeed, I do find
comfort in your words. I shall sleep more soundly knowing you are capable of
some emotional outburst, Salno. Don’t worry; no proof of it will be required.”
“That is of great delight to me. I dislike being
stuck with pointy things.”
At the same moment, both women touched their palms
to their chests. Anneliese burst out laughing. Salno, miracle of miracles,
smiled a real teeth-showing smile.
Nex shook his head and went to a nearby computer
podium that no one else was using. “Women from every world are confusing.”
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