Bravely ignoring the painful snap of disappointment, Isolde put on the happy face of a gesha just arisen from her mate’s bed. It was a lovely morning for about two seconds, before the Brion woman smiled widely – she had a charming, warm personality under that stiff warrior way of being that Isolde was growing more fond of every day, inversely being less jealous of her looks – and it was clear it could be nothing good. “You are all everyone is talking about,” she said, as if it was great news. Alright, so maybe it was, attention was what they needed. Attention on something other than Rhea. Somehow, Isolde still had to fake the excited smile, dreading the downside. “Where?” she dared to venture. “Terra would be interested, I’m sure. Briolina. The GU?”“Well,” Deliya said. “Everywhere, really.”Oh crap. Oh my poor heart, I will not outlive this ever, will I? I’m the crazy girl that ran off with an alien warlord. I could make a perfectly good living if I convinced the Brions to just dump me on Terra and worked the talk shows ‘til my tongue was sore.
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