Drice's Queen
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Romance › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,181
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Drice's Queen
Drice\'s Queen
By Yuki Niji
Copyright 2003, all rights reserved
\"Who is she,\" Drice asked the pretty girl sitting on a railing as the parade went by.
The girl looked at him, blue eyes narrowing. He grinned. She scooted away a little on her railing and pointed to the slow moving float carrying a woman with raven hair and skin so pale it could be cream. She wore a circlet of rubies. Rubies glittered over the sheer over gown she wore. The Queen of New Seattle was perfect in red, white, and black, an untouchable creature that bridged the gap between the people of New Seattle and the Gods that had brought them to this world.
At her feet couched a red headed man, long red braid pooling where his fingers touched the plushly carpeted float. He wore white only, reinforced white leather armor, a dagger in either boot, a sword at his side and a bow at his back. It was the power of the gods that he carried in his blood that made him dangerous. He alone was the Queen\'s sword, her bodyguard, enforcer, personal security service all in one.
\"It\'s the Queen,\" Garnet said to the outlander smiling at her. He was quite unusual with dark hair tinted slightly green, dark almond shaped eyes. He had nice lips though, soft lookind nnd not thin like she was used to on a man. \"Where are you from?\"
He still hadn\'t stopped smiling and now he was holding out his hand. \"I\'m from Drix, Andress System. This is my first time in New Seattle. I hear it\'s named for an old Earth city. S\'at so? Is this really the only time of the year you get to see your Queen?\"
Garnet wrinkled her nose. She missed the parade the year before, would have missed it this year if she hadn\'t worked twenty hours over time to make sure the line of assistant computers would go out on schedule, despite the week of the factory being closed for the Wind Races. There were only there people in her department, one was the boss, the other was the boss\' girlfriend, and Garnet had no doubt that she would still be in the lab, without having had a bit of forethought. \"Pretty boy from Drix, Andress System, do you get names there? I hear outworlders don\'t get names, just numbers tattooed on their, uh, bodies.\"
Drice laughed, stopped leaning on the railing. \"Do you want to see? Or is good enough if I tell you my name is Drice? What\'s yours? Do you have any primitive customs on this drip of a planet, or can I just ask if I can buy you some food?\"
\"I like our primitive customs,\" she said, then hopped down to the street, losing sight of the rest of the parade behind the crowd of people.
\"Hey! Wait!\"
Garnet didn\'t see what he wanted anyway. She still wore her work cloths, tan coveralls and a disposable lab coat that she was more used to wearing than not. Her hair was pinned back from her face but still tumbled unruly curls to the back of her neck. She wore no make up, no jewelry, and was unaware of the blush that had brightened her face when he\'d smiled at her. Her eyes were brown, ordinary like the rest of her. She was just an unspoken for girl who\'d enraged her family by going to an outworlder technology school and now had sixty hours or work a week and too much pride to go home. She did not know why some outworlder, probably a tech to one of the racers would be talking to her.
\"Hey! Wait! I\'m sorry! I didn\'t mean this place was primitive!\" Drice skidded to a halt as Garnet rounded on him
\"You\'re here for the races?\"
He nodded.
\"Can you get me near a racer? So I can look at it? I\'m just a tech here, I install operating systems in custom personal assistants, that\'s all. I don\'t want to steal any ideas, just look.\"
He smiled, eyes narrowing as he leaned a little bit to look in her eyes. It was the first time she realized how tall he was. His skin was darker, a kind of sun tanned gold, but not dry. The green in his hair was in his eyebrows, even his eyelashes too. \"So you like fliers?\"
She swallowed, not sure if her stomach were fluttering because he was looking her in the eyes or because he might be able to get her near one. \"Yeah, doesn\'t everyone?\"
\"Let me buy you something to eat, talk to me a bit, and I\'ll take yo see see the Kitty Hawk. You know about that one?\"
And how did she, she thought, nodding. The Kitty Hawk was an experimental flyer, one person craft like all the fliers, but it reached the speed of sound, while still maneuvering in a semi organic form. The Kitty Hawk was the fastest hawk anyone had ever dreamed up. She\'d seen a picture of it in flight once, wings stretched out into the rain, glittering as if it were made all of crystal, feathers, body. She thought the Kitty Hawk would win the race, even if it was an outlander flyer. \"You can get me into see the Kitty Hawk? Her pilot wouldn\'t get angry with you?\"
\"I\'m Drice,\" he said, holding out his hand.
\"Garnet,\" she replied, taking his hand, smiling, not believing he could do it, but hoping anyay. \"You sure you wouldn\'t get into trouble?\"
\"We\'ll eat first, and you can tell me a bit more about this world, if you like. The crew will leave the docking bay in a couple of hours, then I can take you in. You can even sit in her if you want.\"
\"Really? All the local fliers think that\'s sacrilege. This is the first race that\'s allowed outlanders though. Why does the Kittyhawk\'s pilot want to race here?\"
Drice caught her hand and pulled it through his arm. \"This whole place seems a bit caught up with the religion and taboo thing.\"
His fingers caressed hers, like it wasn\'t anything, like they\'d been pairbonded for years. Her nerves danced under his touch, making her shiver, the hair on her neck stand up. It was only about the flyer he had access too, she told herself. That was all. It wasn\'t the warmth of his hand touching hers, or the way he smiled. It was just the flyer.
By Yuki Niji
Copyright 2003, all rights reserved
\"Who is she,\" Drice asked the pretty girl sitting on a railing as the parade went by.
The girl looked at him, blue eyes narrowing. He grinned. She scooted away a little on her railing and pointed to the slow moving float carrying a woman with raven hair and skin so pale it could be cream. She wore a circlet of rubies. Rubies glittered over the sheer over gown she wore. The Queen of New Seattle was perfect in red, white, and black, an untouchable creature that bridged the gap between the people of New Seattle and the Gods that had brought them to this world.
At her feet couched a red headed man, long red braid pooling where his fingers touched the plushly carpeted float. He wore white only, reinforced white leather armor, a dagger in either boot, a sword at his side and a bow at his back. It was the power of the gods that he carried in his blood that made him dangerous. He alone was the Queen\'s sword, her bodyguard, enforcer, personal security service all in one.
\"It\'s the Queen,\" Garnet said to the outlander smiling at her. He was quite unusual with dark hair tinted slightly green, dark almond shaped eyes. He had nice lips though, soft lookind nnd not thin like she was used to on a man. \"Where are you from?\"
He still hadn\'t stopped smiling and now he was holding out his hand. \"I\'m from Drix, Andress System. This is my first time in New Seattle. I hear it\'s named for an old Earth city. S\'at so? Is this really the only time of the year you get to see your Queen?\"
Garnet wrinkled her nose. She missed the parade the year before, would have missed it this year if she hadn\'t worked twenty hours over time to make sure the line of assistant computers would go out on schedule, despite the week of the factory being closed for the Wind Races. There were only there people in her department, one was the boss, the other was the boss\' girlfriend, and Garnet had no doubt that she would still be in the lab, without having had a bit of forethought. \"Pretty boy from Drix, Andress System, do you get names there? I hear outworlders don\'t get names, just numbers tattooed on their, uh, bodies.\"
Drice laughed, stopped leaning on the railing. \"Do you want to see? Or is good enough if I tell you my name is Drice? What\'s yours? Do you have any primitive customs on this drip of a planet, or can I just ask if I can buy you some food?\"
\"I like our primitive customs,\" she said, then hopped down to the street, losing sight of the rest of the parade behind the crowd of people.
\"Hey! Wait!\"
Garnet didn\'t see what he wanted anyway. She still wore her work cloths, tan coveralls and a disposable lab coat that she was more used to wearing than not. Her hair was pinned back from her face but still tumbled unruly curls to the back of her neck. She wore no make up, no jewelry, and was unaware of the blush that had brightened her face when he\'d smiled at her. Her eyes were brown, ordinary like the rest of her. She was just an unspoken for girl who\'d enraged her family by going to an outworlder technology school and now had sixty hours or work a week and too much pride to go home. She did not know why some outworlder, probably a tech to one of the racers would be talking to her.
\"Hey! Wait! I\'m sorry! I didn\'t mean this place was primitive!\" Drice skidded to a halt as Garnet rounded on him
\"You\'re here for the races?\"
He nodded.
\"Can you get me near a racer? So I can look at it? I\'m just a tech here, I install operating systems in custom personal assistants, that\'s all. I don\'t want to steal any ideas, just look.\"
He smiled, eyes narrowing as he leaned a little bit to look in her eyes. It was the first time she realized how tall he was. His skin was darker, a kind of sun tanned gold, but not dry. The green in his hair was in his eyebrows, even his eyelashes too. \"So you like fliers?\"
She swallowed, not sure if her stomach were fluttering because he was looking her in the eyes or because he might be able to get her near one. \"Yeah, doesn\'t everyone?\"
\"Let me buy you something to eat, talk to me a bit, and I\'ll take yo see see the Kitty Hawk. You know about that one?\"
And how did she, she thought, nodding. The Kitty Hawk was an experimental flyer, one person craft like all the fliers, but it reached the speed of sound, while still maneuvering in a semi organic form. The Kitty Hawk was the fastest hawk anyone had ever dreamed up. She\'d seen a picture of it in flight once, wings stretched out into the rain, glittering as if it were made all of crystal, feathers, body. She thought the Kitty Hawk would win the race, even if it was an outlander flyer. \"You can get me into see the Kitty Hawk? Her pilot wouldn\'t get angry with you?\"
\"I\'m Drice,\" he said, holding out his hand.
\"Garnet,\" she replied, taking his hand, smiling, not believing he could do it, but hoping anyay. \"You sure you wouldn\'t get into trouble?\"
\"We\'ll eat first, and you can tell me a bit more about this world, if you like. The crew will leave the docking bay in a couple of hours, then I can take you in. You can even sit in her if you want.\"
\"Really? All the local fliers think that\'s sacrilege. This is the first race that\'s allowed outlanders though. Why does the Kittyhawk\'s pilot want to race here?\"
Drice caught her hand and pulled it through his arm. \"This whole place seems a bit caught up with the religion and taboo thing.\"
His fingers caressed hers, like it wasn\'t anything, like they\'d been pairbonded for years. Her nerves danced under his touch, making her shiver, the hair on her neck stand up. It was only about the flyer he had access too, she told herself. That was all. It wasn\'t the warmth of his hand touching hers, or the way he smiled. It was just the flyer.