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I strayed away as my parents danced. I had an inkling that Dad wanted us to stay close, but a guy couldn't just stick to mommy and daddy throughout a party.
Ahem. Banquet.
A number of people looked at me oddly and if I hadn't smiled and walked faster, I would've been stopped and asked questions. Then I saw a familiar face.
And hell, she looked gorgeous. No hard expression . . . and no boots. Just Kyria looking stunning in an elegant black dress- which, I had to say, looked a lot more decent than Xadalyn's two-piece thing. She seemed to be acting nonchalant, just standing around. I wasn't quite sure if I should approach her or stay away.
And then the idiot in me walked right up to her and extended a hand. "Care to dance?" I asked.
Was it wrong for me to act as if that afternoon had never happened, as if the words we'd exchanged - or hadn't exchanged - had been nothing at all? Even as I invited her to the dance floor, I could still visualise the look on her face as it had been earlier that day- hard as stone, trying to keep me from intruding, afraid that she would reveal to me a part of her that she wasn't supposed to . . . and terrified that she would prove to herself that she was worth more than she thought, that she deserved a life.
This place is too much. Everything here is weird. Weird clothes, weird music, weird friends. This is a guy who knew Mr. Evans before he was killed. How weird is that? Mr. Evans was killed and he's still here walking around and stuff.
Mr. and Mrs. Evans move away and start dancing. Alexander kinda slinks off into the crowd leaving me standing here with Sarah. I'm trying to figure out if I should ask her to dance. I don't know anything about dancing. What if she says no? I can't dance like an alien...
Then this other alien shows up and asks her. I bite my lip and watch as she walks off. Where the heck did Alexander go? I step back and look around when suddenly, I see something that makes sense. A table with food set out. I don't recognise the smells, but it doesn't seem bad... I think I'll go check it out.
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"I would love to." I said as Xan asked me to dance. The truth was I was dying to dance with him. I placed my hand in his as we headed toward the dance floor. We danced to the music and 'Kyria the protector of the Queen' seemed to disappear as I truly enjoyed myself.
"Thank you." I said then Xan looked at me. "For asking me to dance... and this afternoon..." I then turned my head out of embarrassement. I felt like such a little school girl....
OCC: Ill be out of town this weekend so don't get discouraged if I don't have a post for a couple of days! But I'll post first thing when I get back.
OOC: Isabelle, that's so cute!!! LOL!! And shadows- no worries
Alexander
"I would love to," she replied.
I was about to go, "Oh?" when I caught myself. I'd never had a girl say she'd love to dance with me before. Then again, I wasn't sure if I'd ever asked a girl to dance before.
. . . wait a minute. Did I know how to dance?
When it came to girls, I was a complete idiot. Or at least, more of an idiot than I usually was. But . . . Kyria was a . . . okay, what was she? A friend? Could I call her that after a day?
Yeah, sure I could.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Sarah being approached by some guy. Barely five minutes into the show and she'd already found someone- well, someone had found her. How typical. Well, that ought to lift her spirits.
"Thank you," Kyria told me suddenly, turning my attention back to her. Hmm? Thank you? For what? "For asking me to dance... and this afternoon..." Kyria's voice trailed off, her cheeks flushing as she turned away.
"Don't worry about it," I said as I took her hand and led her to the dance floor. I didn't think she should ignore it completely, but why spoil the mood now? Anyway, tonight was part of the lesson- to live for herself. "For now, let's just have fun and enjoy the party."
Now, Xan, remember: just do like the movies, I told myself. Well, it wasn't as if this was a date or anything, but I didn't want to look like a fool in front of my sister's best friend and bodyguard. And please, please try not to step on her foot, pal . . .
Xada takes my arm and I lead her to the stairwell leading to the banquet room. We reach the steps and I kiss both of her cheeks, "Good Luck, you are going to need it." I say before releasing her. She walks down the steps with every eye on her. She was beautiful. I watched from the top as she made her way down the steps and up to Larek before making my way down the steps and up to one of the guards, "Keep your eyes on her. If anything suspicious goes down get her out of here." I say and he nods. I walk to a nearby table and take a seat as I watch her dance across the floor.
Glad you liked the Justin post, Nickimlow! I figure any 14-year-old human boy is an empty stomach on legs.
*Max*
Xadalyn doesn't seem to be too interested in talking to me; she just shrugs off my greeting with a 'Thank you,' and I'm out of things to say and she's looking around the room. I'm sure she has quite a lot of other people here to talk to. Too bad I can't ask her to introduce me. She can't exactly tell people who I am.
I want to scold her about the dress, but I know that's not really my place. It's too soon. Or maybe it's too late.
As I'm stumbing through some banal comments about the party, an older teenager or young man comes by and asks Sarah to dance. I watch her for a moment from the corner of my eye but then he walks right towards us, stroking Xadalyn's bare back possessively, as he passes us.
My eyes go wide at that. "Who is that!" I need to know. Who would dare be that familiar with the Queen? And now he has my daughter? Wait, they're both my daughters. I don't want to cause a scene, but I know I have to act because I can't accept that behavior. Unless it's a close relative to Khivar or someone like that, I'm going to go and break them up right away. If it is someone politically sensative, then I'll wait until the end of the dance -- assuming he behaves when he's with Sarah.
I watch him lean in close to Sarah's ear and I grow more tense, waiting for Xada's answer...
I thank him but then we stand in sort of an awkward silence. I just don’t know what to say to him or how to act. I mean what am I supposed to say, “Hey, can you just activate the seal and go back to Earth and leave me with the responsibility of ruling your planet.” I’m sue that statement would go over well. I look around at the people in this room, none of them know me and most of them probably don’t care to. I was trained to be a Queen, a leader, its in my blood after all. But not once has anybody asked if this is the life I wanted.
The brush of fingertips on my bare back sends shivers up my spine but I show know emotion as I look around at the owner of those fingers, even though I already know. I give him a glare as I see him walking to the dance floor with Sarah, before turning my attention to Max.
"Who is that!" Max asks…an idiot is what I want to say but instead, “Daimeon Lander Tal’Lens,” I say, “Larek’s son.” And I see the look on his face. “Pay him no mind, he’s just…being himself.” I say still glaring at Daimeon while he is dancing with Sarah. "Excuse me I think I need some air." I say
OOC: sorry for the delay, Thursday didn't exactly help my posting. Athenea, just an idea, don't know if you'll like, but if Larek's released his dancing partener to Max, perhaps he might like to dance with Liz a moment, since she's all on her own it seems lol. *shrugs* just a thought anyway. Hope this works as a catch up.
~Liz~
I listen to Max as he insists that I am Xan’s mother in the ways that matter, and I smile slightly. In my mind, I know that I didn’t carry him round for nine months as I did Sarah, but I love him no less, and he is as much my son as she is my daughter.
I hate seeing Sarah crying like this, but as much as I want to make it right for her, I can’t take back the things that we have learnt… She’s right, things have changed… Not in the ways that she seems to think, that we have to reassure her, but Xada exists, there’s no denying that, and Xan now knows about Tess – his birth mother…
I can only hope that he will forgive us for keeping her from him for so long… We always knew there would come a day when we should tell him, but the time never seemed right, and perhaps that’s true…that there could never be a right day for it…only we shouldn’t have kept putting it off…
Max tries to make her see that changes aren’t all bad, but I can still see my baby girl – and I know she’s no longer a baby but I’ll always look on her that way I suppose – is still upset, and I long to know what to say in order to make it all right…
Xan steps up next, doing his part to try and sooth his sister, and I am so proud of him… After everthing he has been through the last two days, he is proving that he is everything Max and I hoped, and more… He is growing up into a fine young man, one with morals, and principles, who is caring and kind, and strong… I can only hope that this power he will gain when Max’s block is once more let down will not jeopardise that, but I believe he will learn to handle it, given time…
Sarah finally seems to perk up a little, admitting that she knows we all love her, and going on to say that if Max doesn’t want her at the party she’ll understand, but if he does she’ll make him proud.
I smile as I listen to her father’s response, having little to add except to agree, and reaffirm what has already been said. She’s our daughter, of course we love her, and maybe she hasn’t acted the most grown up, but when it comes down to it, she’s still a child, and perhaps I can understand her feelings. She’s scared and nervous, worried about losing her father and her brother… That’s not going to happen though…
Max pulls her into a hug, and opens his arms to welcome Xan as well as he says they’re going to make him proud, and have a good time too.
I’m about to do the same, wanting to feel both of them closed in my arms once more as they used to be when they were kids, but Xan does look rather awkward as he pulls away, and as he reminds us of the time I realise he’s probably had enough…
Max agrees that it’s time to go, reiterating that everyone looks great and then taking my elbow. I smile and look up at him briefly as we continue out of the room and down the corridor.
As we come to the entrance, not that you could miss it, I look back at Justin for a moment, realising just how strange this must all be for him and offering what I hope is a reassuring smile.
For myself, I have a somewhat strange feeling of recollection at seeing this… I haven’t been here before I know, and yet the doors… I shake my head, deciding that it’s my imagination, and concentrate on the present, slipping my hand through Max’s arm and smiling as I feel him rest a hand over mine. That feels right…familiar, and comforting…
I see him look round, and wonder if he remembers this from before. The room, or more importantly the people…
His eyes seem to light on one person in particular, and leads us over in one direction. As we reach the man he is aiming for, again I have a strange sence of recollection, but this time not so much the face, as something about this man…
Sarah surprises us all by introducing herself, but Max’s next words supply me at least with the answer to why I might find him familiar. Larek… I remember that day in the UFO centre clear as day, remember what he was saying. As Max introduces me, causing a smile simply at the use of my name – Liz Evans, it still sounds so perfect… - I drop something of a curtsey, although I am not really sure if that’s what is expected. It seems like the right sort of thing to do though…hopefully…
"Yes of course, Liz Parker Evans. I'm glad we finally have a chance to meet under none world ending circumstances.”
I allow a small smile and nod. “Likewise Larek…it is a pleasure to finally meet you face to face as such, when the face is your own…”
He compliments Max on both myself and Sarah, but I don’t miss the expression on his face as he greets Xan. I swallow and chew my lip for a moment, but quickly regain my composure at almost the same time as Larek as the music begins to play.
Xada appears at the top of the stairs, and I note the perfect poise and grace with which she carries herself in the dress which it hardly takes a telepath to tell Max is far from happy about - although to give him credit he says not a word. That’s not all though, and even now she looks distant as she did yesterday. I cannot imagine what she went through here, losing her mother at such a young age, fleeing and hiding… On earth we have had moments of fear, of worry, but nothing like that…
Larek walks up and offers his hand, inviting her to dance, and once she does so other people too begin to join in.
Max offers me his hand, asking me to dance, and I smile, nodding. “Of course…I would love to…” I agree softly.
The dance goes smoothly, the two of us staying near Xan and Sarah, but I do find myself relaxing a little. This might be a strange world, with new customs and a completely different language, but I’m here with my husband, the man I love, and as long as that is true, I am sure that I will be alright…
As the song ends, Xada and Larek stop dancing though, and he walks her over to us. I could swear he gives something of a bow towards Max, perhaps I am imagining it since we are supposed to be laying low regarding who Xan and Max really are. [/i] He hands Xada over to Max. It seems a simple enough thing, but I cannot help thinking there is a more significant meaning to this.
I step back slightly as Max greets Xada, intending to rejoin the children, but it seems they have other ideas as Justin appears to have wandered off, while Xan is dancing with Kyria, and Sarah with some guy I don’t recognise…
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I was standing there watching my parents dancing. And Xan stood there talking to kyria. When suddenly, I heard a voice I never heard before? “Looked up at the guy and smile. “I would love to" I took his hand and he led me to the dance floor. I wrap my arms around his next. And we start dancing. He was not bad dancer.
I can feel his finger tips touch my bare back, and his hands were warm. I wonder who is this alien I'm dancing with?
“What your name love?” he whisper in my ear and I look up at him. “Sarah. My name is Sarah. Mind if I ask you yours?" I ask him the same question. I turn look my father with Xada and some how there look very uncomfortable, and my dad looks like he going to explore. I wonder what Xada said to him. I turn my attention back to the guy I'm dancing with.
Daimeon Lander Tal'Lens. Larak's son. I know that Xadalyn was raised, in part, as Larak's daughter, too, but that wasn't the gesture of a pseudo-brother. That was -- well the only word is what I thought before. Possessive. Like he has some sort of claim on my daughter.
I feel my body tensing and I almost don't hear her next words. "Pay him no mind, he's just ... being himself," she explains.
Being himself. He better not be thinking to 'be himself' that way around Sarah. If he's 'a few years' older than Xadalyn, then he's about four or five years older than my youngest child. I glance to my left to see what Liz thinks of this, but she's not there. She's drifted back somewhere. Liz? I send, scanning for her until I spot her smooth brown hair and that gorgeous red dress.
"Excuse me I think I need some air," Xada says.
I'm not really done talking to her, but I need to do something about Sarah, too. I give Xadalyn a nod and say, "I'll join you in a moment, then."
Xadalyn leaves, heading for the gardens, and I turn out to the dance floor heading for Sarah and Daimeon. Moving up behind him, I tap him on the shoulder. "Excuse me, Daimeon."
OoOo, nice one, Athenea! 
