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Returning to ATNS. The scene:

 

Rissa,  Cuylrh (who rescued her from her alien abduction by actually abducting her ) and Cuylrh's first guard, Abraxum, are following a trail down off a mountain, the top of which they've spent the night on.  It's cold.

 

The old guard following Rissa, who is following Cuylrh,  notices Rissa rubbing her arms to warm them. 

 

The young King (Cuylrh) has taken issue with Rissa's langage, and is steeled to teach her his native tongue, Rialtan.  He's told Abraxum that it's for her own good. For her very survival. They each must do their part to teach her the language, and part of that is forcing her to speak it by ignoring her native tongue and her gesturing.

 

This is what happens:

 

"Without  word or whisper, Abraxum removed his jacket and put it on her shoulders, letting it rest over her thin blouse. 

She slid her arms into the sleeves, turned to look at Abraxum, at his perpetually stoic expression and said, “Thank You” in Earth English. 

The young King stopped, turned around and raised his eyebrows, then repeated a little more firmly but not unkind, “Rialtan.”  He moved to within inches of her, and with a fair imitation of her Earth English said, “Thank You.” After a  pause for—she guessed,  dramatic effect, he added, “Shushan.” 

Rissa nodded, looked at Abraxum again and said, “Shushan, Abraxum.”

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One more SSS post. It has been one heck of a ride.  And what a wonderful and generous thing those ladies of SSS have done. Thank you. :-)

 

 

 

 

 

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