“Give me five minutes.”

Nadia Bjorlin (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

“Give me five minutes.” She said.
The service had just ended everyone was leaving the inner temple. Groups of worshippers clustered about the atrium where Sharr stood with Nadia. He was incredibly rigid, not at ease and she was perfectly casual and beaming, in fact getting some amusement out of the waves of tension coming off her companion.
“Ah… OK.” He said sounding nervous. Sharr hadn’t really made sense out of the fact that the Korelia’s daughter had basically talked him into joining her at temple following the meeting at GenKon hours ago, not that his friends hadn’t more or less helped her in that regard, especially Oswald.
Nadia slung a duffel bag over her shoulder, reached out and patted Sharr on the cheek.
“Don’t be so worried, everything will be fine.” Assured Nadia in her softly accented voice almost giggling. Smiling she turned on her heel and made for the lady’s room.
Sharr found that he felt like an outsider here not that anyone had made him feel unwelcome, the opposite was true to be certain the temple priest himself had greeted him upon seeing Nadia guide him to the sanctum. There certainly were very few Anglos around. Most were a varied mix of Indians from all walks of life here in Connecticut. It was just his nature to not be at ease.
Five minutes in truth became twenty odd minutes. Sharr spent the time studying the crowd that was thinning at the moment. He sat back on a chair and listened to the conversations going on all around him.
“Hey!”
Opening his eyes the young Shotar was stunned.
Nadia was a chameleon. She had changed from her Lehnga-choli to a pair of low-cut navel showing, black denim jeans with a red off the shoulder top that had unusual slits down the arms revealing her cinnamon complexion.
She’d toned back the make-up as well, now wearing only glossy pink lipstick and kajal on her eyes. As for her thick braid, she had unbound it allowing the rapunzel-like curls to cascade all around her beaming face, held in place with only two black barrettes. Bangles jangled on her right arm and a jade ring was on her left pointer finger. Girl next door is what came to mind upon looking at Nadia now.
“WOW!” Mouthed the Shotar it was like she was a completely different girl. Both looks were appealing to him however.
“Aren’t you glad you gave me five minutes?” Nadia asked clearly teasing. She knew that she would need to be playful with this one, there was so much always on his mind that he might miss what was right in front of him well dealing with the shadow that lingered in his soul.

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From Book 2# Unification

T'Kara In Her Nest

Delicately she touched, yet for a third time the lipstick brush with its maroon paint to her lips.  She sat clothed only in a blue silk bra and underwear on the edge of her large mirrored vanity, wings folded neatly away and tail curled around a draped leg getting prepared for a late dinner.

A sideways glance caused Nadia to exclaim an annoyed “Arrrgh!” as she noticed once more that the gray streak had, despite her best effort to be rid of it returned, now more well-defined than ever before to her brunette hair.

Not a narcissistic impulse, but rather what it foreshadowed drove Nadia to hold such disgust at the sight of this speck of gray which now edged her sumptuous brown mane.

She leaned closer to the mirror, flicked aside the streak of gray as if that might do the trick to remove it.  “Not natural!” She said to herself.  Someone, Kheira had flipped a switch to remind her that she had but a finite amount of time left to spend with him.  Nadia had seen herself in a message transmitted from the future with just such an appearance and her own warning chimed evermore in her ears.  “Do not confront Ungal-zaggisi…”

Of course she couldn’t be lucky enough to have gotten the rest of the message so that she might better understand why Sharr should not confront this Ungal-zaggisi.  Typical! She thought.

And who was Ungal-zaggisi?

Why would Sharr be forced to confront him as her yet unfulfilled future-self had despondently pleaded for him to avoid doing?

Off the vanity she slid, Nadia shook out her hair and then puckered her lips to let out a long exhale.  At last her makeup had turned out perfect! Now to select the right outfit, what would Sharr like to see her in?

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The above scene is from the next block of Falcanian Legacy novels, and this one begins the trilogy – “Unification” sees exiled humans seeking out their cousin Falcanians so that they might reclaim Earth from alien invaders. This though will be a long time in coming as there are still two more novels of the first “book” to be released.  Always thinking for the future.

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