EntilZhaDelenn
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Disclaimer: The same as Chapter 1. (I am not creative, and therefore cannot think of anything humorous like BlackStar
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Chapter 13 Dinner Date and an Unexpected Guest
Latiya left the courtroom, thanking Turvall for letting her live. She deeply inhaled, feeling thankful for the breath.
“Latiya.”
Latiya turned around to see Furrell behind her, smiling brightly. Latiya smiled back at him.
“Latiya…there…is something…I-I want to tell you. You see, after…I heard what we had to…do if you…were found guilty, I…realized that I never told you…how much…I care for you.”
“Furrell-“
“And, I want you…to know…that I love you.”
“I love you, too.” Latiya said as she hugged him.
Furrell embraced her tightly. They pulled away from each other. Furrell smiled widely.
“Dinner?”
“I would love to.” Latiya said.
“Is seven o’clock all right?”
“Yes.”
“Meet me in the foyer, and we will have dinner at my home.”
Latiya smiled. “It sounds wonderful already. I will see you then.”
Furrell bowed and with that, he walked proudly away.
“Was that what I think it was?” Chantal’s voice sounded from behind Latiya.
Latiya turned to face her best friend. “It depends on what you think it was.”
“I smell a dinner date.” Chantal said suspiciously.
“Yes, I guess you could call it that.”
“Can I help you get ready?” Chantal asked excitedly.
“Sure, why not?”
* * * * *
Chantal fell over onto her bed, laughing hysterically. Latiya stood by Chantal’s closet door, one of her eyebrows quirked up.
“I do not see what is so funny. You would never catch me in something like that. It is…”
“It…I…it…was so…funny! You…shoulda…seen you…face!” Chantal said in between laughs.
“It’s…so…Human.” Latiya said in disgust, throwing the gown at Chantal.
“Yeah, so?” Chantal asked, throwing the gown back at Latiya.
Latiya let it fall to the floor. “Do I look Human to you?”
“Of course not, but you sure do act like one.”
“Thanks to you.” Latiya said sarcastically.
“Okay, so what are you going to wear?”
“I don’t know, but I’m not wearing that.”
“Why not? Furrell will think you are very pretty.” Chantal said.
“Chantal, Minbari do not wear these type of dresses. It’s too revealing!”
“Too revealing! Latiya, it’s a long, ice blue gown with spaghetti straps! That is not revealing!”
“It is to. Minbari do not wear spaghetti straps. I am Minbari; therefore, I do not wear spaghetti straps.”
Chantal sighed. “You can always wear something over it.”
“Really? I can do that?”
“Yes, it will look fine.” Chantal said, sounding mildly annoyed.
“Well, I guess I could wear it.” Latiya said as she picked up the gown off of the floor.
* * * * *
“If only you had hair. I would love to fix it up.” Chantal sighed.
“And, what is wrong with not having hair?”
“I didn’t mean to offend you.”
Latiya sat on the bed and sighed. “Chantal, I have gone through a lot in the past year and I know my journey is far from over. I know that I am going to have people who may betray me and people who will be beside me for the whole duration. It may take awhile before I am able to have a moment of happiness. I do not want this to be ruined. I want this moment of joy to hold on to when I step into darkness.”
Chantal smiled. “Then, I’m sure you will find one.”
Latiya stood up and wrapped a shawl around her. “I should go.”
“Have fun, hon.” Chantal said as she gave Latiya a hug.
Latiya suddenly felt the need for a hug. She felt tears sting her eyes as she hugged Chantal tightly. Chantal let her go and looked at Latiya.
“Hey, don’t cry. We’ll find them and then we’ll kick the bad guy’s ass.”
Latiya let out a short laugh. Chantal grabbed a tissue and Latiya wiped her eyes. Chantal smiled with motherly pride at Latiya.
“Hon, if I wasn’t nineteen…well…I guess I wouldn’t know what to do for you. You are special, Latiya. I think it’s about time you realized that.”
“I better go. I have to meet Furrell. We will talk later, okay?” Latiya said.
“Okay, hon. Have fun.”
Latiya smiled as she left Chantal’s quarters and walked down a few corridors and ended up in the foyer where Furrell sat, waiting patiently. Latiya walked over to him and sat down.
“Hello, Furrell.”
Furrell faced her and stared at her for a few seconds. “Wow…you look…beautiful.”
Latiya could feel herself blushing. “Really?”
“Yes, really. Shall we go?” he asked as he stood up and offered his hand.
Latiya smiled and put her hand in his. She stood up and walked beside him. They walked out of the compound and turned left onto the street. They walked past two houses and turned right into the yard of a small house. Furrell’s home was one story with two stained glass windows.
Furrell opened the door and let Latiya in first. Latiya walked into a carpeted room. A small, square table was in the center. The table had three place settings and candles lit the room.
“Please, sit at the table.”
Latiya walked over to the table and sat on a pillow. Furrell sat across from her. Latiya noticed the food was already on the table. They began the ritual to eat.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Furrell got up and commanded the door to open.
“Furrell, I have done it! I actually did it! I do not care what father would think, but-“
“Nerrel! Slow down and come in…quickly.” Furrell said.
Latiya slowly stood up, curiosity coursing through her thoughts. Furrell led the person into the room.
“Now, what were you saying, Nerrel?”
“I have done it! I have joined the Anla’shok!”
“Nerrel, what would have father thought? You know he hated the Rangers. He expected you to do something more honorable.”
“If he hated the Anla’shok, then why did he let you join?” Nerrel asked.
“Because he did not care what I did. Now-“
“Furrell! You never told me you were going to have a guest. Please, introduce me.” Nerrel said.
“Nerrel, this is Latiya Sheridan. Latiya, this is my brother, Nerrel.”
Latiya smiled and bowed. Nerrel bowed back to her. “You must be the girl Furrell constantly talks about.”
“Nerrel.” Furrell said through clenched teeth.
“I am sure they were all nice things.” Latiya said.
“Of course! Anyway, Furrell, you have to help me get through this. Mother is not happy either.”
Written by Hope Maria Conaway. October 5, 2001.
EntilZhaDelenn
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"There is always hope. It is the one thing no one has figured out how to kill yet." Galen.
"It's a shame our reality is devestating." Eve What's Going On?
"Oh, but who are they to judge us? Together we can all be strong." Alicia Keys, What's Going On?
"Oh, brother, brother, brother. There's far too many of you dying." Gwen Stefani, What's Going On?
Chapter 13 Dinner Date and an Unexpected Guest
Latiya left the courtroom, thanking Turvall for letting her live. She deeply inhaled, feeling thankful for the breath.
“Latiya.”
Latiya turned around to see Furrell behind her, smiling brightly. Latiya smiled back at him.
“Latiya…there…is something…I-I want to tell you. You see, after…I heard what we had to…do if you…were found guilty, I…realized that I never told you…how much…I care for you.”
“Furrell-“
“And, I want you…to know…that I love you.”
“I love you, too.” Latiya said as she hugged him.
Furrell embraced her tightly. They pulled away from each other. Furrell smiled widely.
“Dinner?”
“I would love to.” Latiya said.
“Is seven o’clock all right?”
“Yes.”
“Meet me in the foyer, and we will have dinner at my home.”
Latiya smiled. “It sounds wonderful already. I will see you then.”
Furrell bowed and with that, he walked proudly away.
“Was that what I think it was?” Chantal’s voice sounded from behind Latiya.
Latiya turned to face her best friend. “It depends on what you think it was.”
“I smell a dinner date.” Chantal said suspiciously.
“Yes, I guess you could call it that.”
“Can I help you get ready?” Chantal asked excitedly.
“Sure, why not?”
* * * * *
Chantal fell over onto her bed, laughing hysterically. Latiya stood by Chantal’s closet door, one of her eyebrows quirked up.
“I do not see what is so funny. You would never catch me in something like that. It is…”
“It…I…it…was so…funny! You…shoulda…seen you…face!” Chantal said in between laughs.
“It’s…so…Human.” Latiya said in disgust, throwing the gown at Chantal.
“Yeah, so?” Chantal asked, throwing the gown back at Latiya.
Latiya let it fall to the floor. “Do I look Human to you?”
“Of course not, but you sure do act like one.”
“Thanks to you.” Latiya said sarcastically.
“Okay, so what are you going to wear?”
“I don’t know, but I’m not wearing that.”
“Why not? Furrell will think you are very pretty.” Chantal said.
“Chantal, Minbari do not wear these type of dresses. It’s too revealing!”
“Too revealing! Latiya, it’s a long, ice blue gown with spaghetti straps! That is not revealing!”
“It is to. Minbari do not wear spaghetti straps. I am Minbari; therefore, I do not wear spaghetti straps.”
Chantal sighed. “You can always wear something over it.”
“Really? I can do that?”
“Yes, it will look fine.” Chantal said, sounding mildly annoyed.
“Well, I guess I could wear it.” Latiya said as she picked up the gown off of the floor.
* * * * *
“If only you had hair. I would love to fix it up.” Chantal sighed.
“And, what is wrong with not having hair?”
“I didn’t mean to offend you.”
Latiya sat on the bed and sighed. “Chantal, I have gone through a lot in the past year and I know my journey is far from over. I know that I am going to have people who may betray me and people who will be beside me for the whole duration. It may take awhile before I am able to have a moment of happiness. I do not want this to be ruined. I want this moment of joy to hold on to when I step into darkness.”
Chantal smiled. “Then, I’m sure you will find one.”
Latiya stood up and wrapped a shawl around her. “I should go.”
“Have fun, hon.” Chantal said as she gave Latiya a hug.
Latiya suddenly felt the need for a hug. She felt tears sting her eyes as she hugged Chantal tightly. Chantal let her go and looked at Latiya.
“Hey, don’t cry. We’ll find them and then we’ll kick the bad guy’s ass.”
Latiya let out a short laugh. Chantal grabbed a tissue and Latiya wiped her eyes. Chantal smiled with motherly pride at Latiya.
“Hon, if I wasn’t nineteen…well…I guess I wouldn’t know what to do for you. You are special, Latiya. I think it’s about time you realized that.”
“I better go. I have to meet Furrell. We will talk later, okay?” Latiya said.
“Okay, hon. Have fun.”
Latiya smiled as she left Chantal’s quarters and walked down a few corridors and ended up in the foyer where Furrell sat, waiting patiently. Latiya walked over to him and sat down.
“Hello, Furrell.”
Furrell faced her and stared at her for a few seconds. “Wow…you look…beautiful.”
Latiya could feel herself blushing. “Really?”
“Yes, really. Shall we go?” he asked as he stood up and offered his hand.
Latiya smiled and put her hand in his. She stood up and walked beside him. They walked out of the compound and turned left onto the street. They walked past two houses and turned right into the yard of a small house. Furrell’s home was one story with two stained glass windows.
Furrell opened the door and let Latiya in first. Latiya walked into a carpeted room. A small, square table was in the center. The table had three place settings and candles lit the room.
“Please, sit at the table.”
Latiya walked over to the table and sat on a pillow. Furrell sat across from her. Latiya noticed the food was already on the table. They began the ritual to eat.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Furrell got up and commanded the door to open.
“Furrell, I have done it! I actually did it! I do not care what father would think, but-“
“Nerrel! Slow down and come in…quickly.” Furrell said.
Latiya slowly stood up, curiosity coursing through her thoughts. Furrell led the person into the room.
“Now, what were you saying, Nerrel?”
“I have done it! I have joined the Anla’shok!”
“Nerrel, what would have father thought? You know he hated the Rangers. He expected you to do something more honorable.”
“If he hated the Anla’shok, then why did he let you join?” Nerrel asked.
“Because he did not care what I did. Now-“
“Furrell! You never told me you were going to have a guest. Please, introduce me.” Nerrel said.
“Nerrel, this is Latiya Sheridan. Latiya, this is my brother, Nerrel.”
Latiya smiled and bowed. Nerrel bowed back to her. “You must be the girl Furrell constantly talks about.”
“Nerrel.” Furrell said through clenched teeth.
“I am sure they were all nice things.” Latiya said.
“Of course! Anyway, Furrell, you have to help me get through this. Mother is not happy either.”
Written by Hope Maria Conaway. October 5, 2001.
EntilZhaDelenn
------------------
"There is always hope. It is the one thing no one has figured out how to kill yet." Galen.
"It's a shame our reality is devestating." Eve What's Going On?
"Oh, but who are they to judge us? Together we can all be strong." Alicia Keys, What's Going On?
"Oh, brother, brother, brother. There's far too many of you dying." Gwen Stefani, What's Going On?
