Author's Notes:
Once again, welcome back to my story, my faithful readers! Thanks for hanging with me, and especially to all of you who have taken the time to comment or send me feedback messages. I have received a number of suggestions of potential future characters, and I'm looking at ways to work them into the story in future chapters.
This installment is another longer than my usual one. It covers a lot of ground. I wanted to wrap up more in this chapter than I did, but my solutions kept growing; I'm concerned that it's going to feel rushed. If you feel that way afterwards, please leave a comment or send me a message. As far as I'm concerned, I'm still at the fledgling stage in my efforts at writing. The more complicated the story gets, the more I find myself wanting to explore every possible avenue. That might get me sidetracked, and I want the readers to continue to enjoy the story I want to tell. So, if I'm not giving things the respect they deserve, help me learned and grow.
Like always, if you haven't read the previous chapters, you're going to get lost. I don't make much of an effort to explain references to earlier events and characters (of which, there are a lot).
Standard disclaimer: Please, if you like the story, or if you don't like the story, take a moment to comment. It's especially helpful if you have something constructive to add. It helps me quite a bit to see the story through others' eyes.
Finally, as always, all sexual activity takes place between adults.
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From Chapter 11:
She seemed to weigh her words before she replied.
Mr. Jayne, you are something very special in the world. In the ancient world of my ancestors, you would be called 'draoidh,' which is where the term 'druid' comes from today. Mr. Jayne, you are a wizard.
Of all the things she could have said right then, Carson wasn't sure she could have shocked him more.
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A wizard?
What does that even mean?
There was a twinkle in the strange woman's eyes. She seemed to be finding a great deal of amusement in his confusion. She glanced over his shoulder before locking eyes with him again.
Not here, not now. Your companion...should not be exposed to this. At least not yet.
How, then?
Are you free to meet in the morning? Truly, I can only tell you so much, but what knowledge I have, I would give you freely.
Carson thought about it. After recovering from the initial shock of her pronouncement, there was a
rightness
to the thought that he might be a wizard that surprised him. And as he settled into a tentative acceptance, his excitement grew. To be frank, what boy
didn't
grow up wishing he had magical powers? He knew the experiments that Sam and her father had conducted on him, but in the back of his mind, there had always been a nagging doubt that there was something else responsible for his powers. The offer of an alternative explanation intrigued him tremendously.
How about you come by my office tomorrow? I'll give you my card.
I will look forward to it. 'Tis a great honor to meet one such as yourself.
Despite the rapidity of their head-talk conversation, it still stretched long enough to notice. Isana had been watching with concern as Carson and the woman seemed to have locked eyes. She thought it was amusing; the woman was a handsome woman and had probably been quite a head-turner in her day, but she seemed a little old for Carson. Not mention, he was still
her
date for the evening.
Stepping towards them, she said, "Everything okay?"
Her voice seemed to shake Carson from a stupor of some sort, and he grinned sheepishly. "Yeah. I was just making sure that Miz..."
"Morgan," supplied the woman, "Siubahn Morgan." It sounded like she said 'shiv-on' to Carson's ear.
"...That Ms. Morgan was okay." He handed the woman a card, saying, "Why don't you come by the office tomorrow morning so that I can see that you're okay? I'd hate to leave you with no witness if you've got an injury."
"I'll do that, Mister...Jayne," she finished, glancing at his card.
They bid each other adieu, with Isana once again clasping his arm tightly in hers. From the smirk on her face, there was something she was dying to say. Finally, Carson looked at her and asked, "What?"
"I was just wondering if I'm always going to have to watch you put the moves on older women when we're out together," she replied with a twinkle in her eye.
Carson sniffed dismissively. "I'll have you know that I was only being a concerned gentleman. I can't help it that she couldn't tear her eyes off me."
She laughed and said, "Now I wish I'd worn some tall boots today."
"Oh, really? Why's that?"
"Because the
loomai
is starting to get pretty deep out here," she answered. Carson made a face when he thought of the sticky, pungent excrement dropped by
lima'a
, the giant herbivores developed as a land-based version of the
prezki
. Their genetically engineered digestive tracts allowed them to maximize their conversion of plant material into lean muscle mass, but the by-product was renowned for its 'aromatic' properties. Farms that used the stuff as a fertilizer often resorted to giant ionic air purifiers to minimize complaints from neighbors living downwind.
He did his best to look wounded, but his laughter soon joined hers. Eventually, though, he got his last shot in. "She
was
an attractive woman, though."
Isana opened her mouth to retort, only to roll her eyes when she saw he was just needling her.
By the time they reached his vehicle, the excitement of what she hoped was to come had begun to creep back. Before he opened her door, though, he gently laid a hand on her arm. "Isana? All kidding aside, I've had a really,
really
, good time with you tonight. Thank you for spending time with me."
She laid her hand on his cheek, a soft smile on her lips. "Carson, I should be thanking you. This has been wonderful." Then she leaned in and gently kissed his lips, before withdrawing shyly. "I've been wanting to do that for a while."
He opened her door and said, "Anytime you want to, go ahead, beautiful lady."
The ride home was pleasant, and surprisingly comfortable for two people out on their first date. Carson couldn't help but feel that there was a connection between them that far surpassed his expectations. He was anxious to see where it would lead.
Pulling to a stop in front of the modest house she shared with a girlfriend, Carson parked and stopped the engine before hustling around to open her door. As she stepped out, Isana said, "My roommate Hanna is away visiting her sister tonight. Do you want to come inside and have a nightcap?"
He smiled at the offer. "There is part of me that wants nothing more right now, Isana. But..." he searched her face, "...there's just
something
about you. I don't do 'casual' well anyway, but with you? It might sound like a line, but I feel a connection with you, and I don't want to mess that up by rushing things. If you're okay with it, I'd like to take a raincheck until we see where this thing is going. Okay?" he asked somewhat nervously.
Isana smiled at him. She was thankful that between the dark of the evening and the cool air, he couldn't see the flush of her cheeks at hearing his words. After watching him with Aria, she'd been fantasizing about getting into bed with Carson. Their date tonight, though, had her hoping for a lot more than a roll in the hay. She nodded and said, "It's great, Carson. I'm glad it's not just me feeling that way."
Then she stepped towards him and draped her arms over his shoulders. With a husky voice, she said, "Taking it slow doesn't mean I can't kiss you goodnight, though, does it?"