“A little mystery never hurt,” Max offered after he put down his own cup.
“You only get mysterious when you are up to something you shouldn’t be doing,” Rezzu commented casually, his eyes on the people sauntering about the square: nannies with children in strollers, couples of all ages hand in hand, old ladies walking their miniature dogs. Colviri and Alettans mingled easily. It was interesting how the Colviri settled on Aletta had influenced so much in the fashion sense of the planet, and the rigidity of the waistcoat-coat combo was progressively disappearing; something that hadn’t happened on Nova Gaia even after more than two standard decades. His gaze kept wandering back to the little kids though. Today was a special day for them; they had an appointment at Conception Center.
“Annaxuffo onviteto Meha, Am I transparent or what? I don’t know how I survive diplomacy.” Max patted Rezzu’s hand and grinned. “Shall we?”
Max was only transparent to Rezzu, and that was because they were united by a bond that was lost to words. Rezzu beamed at his husband; Max had learned Colviri and now and then peppered their common language conversation with some imaginative phrase. “It’s a short distance. We can enjoy the weather while we walk there.”
“Brilliant idea.” Max made a walking signal with two fingers at their driver, strategically located on an opposite corner with other carriages. Byron tipped his hat in acknowledgement. “Come on.” They went to their feet, and greeted people as they strolled toward The One Thousand Plaza, a short block away.
It was a beautiful morning with a balmy breeze and an almost cloudless sky. They admired the tall, handsome buildings along the way, their uncanny resemblance with the Belle Époque Architecture of Nova Gaia a silent reminder of their newly discovered heritage.
Puppies wrestling in a pet shop window halted them for several standard minutes. Max’s melodious laughter never failed to arouse something that was vulnerable and lethal inside Rezzu; two sides of a marvelous feeling, fueled by love and happiness.
Rezzu hoped their first child had Max’s pale green eyes: the color of the sky of the home he left for the place where he belonged.
Max, apparently able to read the meaning of the adoration on Rezzu’s face, blurted, “By Meha, I’m ordering all my swimmers to make our child have your eyes.” He drew his wand and waved it toward his crotch.
They never stopped laughing until they reached their destination.
The End
Glossary
Colviri words always have the strongest accent on the first syllable.
Dre: The title of a Colviri priest, the equivalent of Padre or Father.
Rezzu: It doesn’t have a literal translation from the Colviri, but it’s something similar to ‘equal parts’.
Annauk: It’s the equivalent of the name Brian in Colviri.
Kecoswe nurguvaek: It means I’m beyond salvation.
Ketoza Uvolse: It means I shouldn’t have done it.
Kirsuber: Icelandic— cherry
Fusdulatex : similar to sons of bitches. (The X sound at the end means it’s plural.)
Ukwosu: It’s the equivalent of the name Angelique in Colviri.
Vudacus Muselet, kefo dulovo vellodde: It means Captain Muselet, I don’t think it is appropriate.
Govekor dosallepe: It means go with the redhead.
Dulok oneh ubbukeh eulu!: It means stop those ships now!
Tisvo Meha!: It means Sweet Meha!
Keda, Max kovon acu londalul: It means Enoa, Max needs to breathe.
Annaxuffo onviteto Meha: It means Meha’s bright shield
Ufel: It means love (a term of endearment in the way one might say baby).
Author Bio
Born a Sagittarius in the fabulous year of the Rooster of ’69, at the hour when his cat was about to become a complete dragon, Gabbo de la Parra landed on the Caribbean Coast of the outlandish Republic of Panama to start the adventure of Life.
Love and the Internet brought him to Middle Tennessee to embrace the American Dream and his husbandly romance. Writing has been an important part of his life since a very early age, and it’s a pleasure to share his stories with others thanks to the wonderful opportunities this land provides. He is the author of the Spaniards series, Septima Luna and other titles available through Amazon, Barnes & Noble and Smashwords.
Gabbo cherishes Life with a southern gentleman in a townhouse close to a lake, crowded with the spirits of his characters and their pets: black esoteric kitty, Luna; white emo-twink Maltese, Chance; and street smart Russian Blue, Bella.
His novel Another Dawn on Planet X (love child of his two stories for Love is Always Write) will come to your e-reading devices in Summer 2014 and The Pompeiian Horse in Autumn 2014.
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