"She'll meet us at the ship," said Guzzi. "Unless we want to stick around for a bit?"
They sat in the centre of a large room in the university's art museum. Chairs had been found for them and placed around a coffee table, upon which a constant stream of biscuits and sweet and savoury pastries was placed and promptly devoured by Schmeep Gar.
Some sort of media team was recording the event and a string quartet played in the corner, their melodies swallowing the awkward silences in conversation.
A guard approached Chancellor Lorish, whispered something in her ear then disappeared.
"I have just been informed that the President and representatives of the Council shall be here in a matter of minutes," she announced. "If you would please accompany me to my office? We shall have more privacy there."
"No, this sux," said Jazz loudly. "Let's blow." And maybe next time don't be so dung'in rude.
As the group moved to leave Schmeep strode to the string quartet, its familiar crunching gait echoing loudly through the hall. The music stopped. His rocky skin seemed to open to reveal a bundle of coins and cubes. Without a word he gave one to each of the players.
"If you play me some AC/DC next time, there will be more," his interpreter sang over the crunching cadences of his voice.
The clamour of noise which erupted after they left the museum could be heard from the grounds outside.
"I'm flying," said Jazz as she walked across the grounds to the air-raft.
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The return journey had been quite - everyone caught-up in their own thoughts. It was the only time Guzzi had been within hearing distance that he couldn't hear Jazz's voice. Or laughter.
The encounter with Chancellor Lorish had obviously effected her. Thankfully, the Chancellor wasn't typical of the Heraphores Guzzi had met. He thought about telling Jazz, then reconsidered. It was probably good for her to be alone with her thoughts, once in a while.
They neared the starport, and as the air-raft landed in the Garship's vehicle bay Guzzi knew his sister was already aboard.
When her saw her, it was all he could do not to cry. He walked to her, standing alone in the bay. Their hands met. They touched foreheads. And there they stayed for the best part of an hour.
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Continue reading:
- Of diamonds and sapphires (G8): https://steemit.com/writing/@drwom/of-diamonds-and-sapphires-a-guzzi-sf-adventure-g8
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....Continued from:
- Guzzi (G1): https://steemit.com/story/@drwom/guzzi-a-sf-story-part-1-of-many
- The Garship (G2): https://steemit.com/story/@drwom/the-garship-part-2-of-guzzi-a-sf-story-of-many-parts
- The Entombed (G3): https://steemit.com/story/@drwom/the-entombed-part-3-of-guzzi-a-sf-story-of-many-parts
- The craziest story (G4): https://steemit.com/story/@drwom/the-craziest-story-a-guzzi-sf-adventure-g4
- Maple (G5): https://steemit.com/story/@drwom/maple-a-guzzi-sf-adventure-g5
- Jazz (G6): https://steemit.com/story/@drwom/jazz-a-guzzi-sf-adventure-g6
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