An attractive 58-year-old woman, Carols slender shapely body was concealed under her conservativly subdued light blue blouse, white hospital pants, an... her ever-present white lab coat. She anxiously glanced up at the wall clock for the twentieth time in the last ten minutes, her breathing uneven and almost ragged. The normally cool, professional, immensely competent med tech was rapidly becoming a nervous wreck. She was anxiously awaiting a telephone call that would initiate the little game. It's a spear. I'm not even all that well trained, and I can tell. Someone from the army, or a guard ... they'll know instantly."Zevran approached. "Yes, cara mia, you are correct. This will bring a world of trouble onto the Alienage, no?"Valendrian paused, thinking. "What would you have me do? I have already tried – and failed – to convince the people not to arm themselves." I think that ship has sailed," I muttered, and Valendrian grimaced. "Maybe ... Zev? Could you at least teach them to hide. .." My complaint had turned into a sigh of pleasure as her magic fingers went to work.She chuckled, the most positive sound either of us had made all day. "Figured you were due." Thanks. But you don't have to do that." I'm not doing it for you. I'm doing it for me," Cassandra replied casually. "I'd been sitting in that chair for so long that my back was stiff. I needed to get up and do something other than looking over transactional data."I squeezed my eyes shut and dropped my elbows onto the. We can live behind the teacup ride at Disneyland. We can take our meals ten thousand feet up on a summit of the Rocky Mountains. But now I was just being silly. I switched off the TV drone, clothed, and walked outside. Everything in sight was covered with a thin coat of water droplets from last night’s rain. The sight of it is always lovely. And the smell of water on asphalt is a favorite also. I took in the trees with gently shimmering dew kissed leaves, slightly yellowed with autumn’s first.