( Dear Mister Tom Stone. )

Adira had been standing on the seamstresses block for hours. There is not much to do but think at a moments like this she muses as she looks down at the two women frantically working on her dress. She smiles. It is unfair that I have given them only three days to make it but If Londo is coming ( Read more... )

Outside the door is a fairly normal looking Centauri. He bows to Londo and says, “I bring a gift from the Lady Tyree.” He hands a package and a letter to Londo. “She insisted that you open the package before the letter.” He shrugs. “Our ship will be here for a few hours while our cargo is unloaded. Then we will return to Davo. Should you wish me to ( Read more... )

It is amazing that a piece of paper should bring such joy.

(OCC Note: Italicized portion encoded and hidden from all muses for the moment...)

I watched the man approaching the door. What is a courier doing here? I wondered as he walked up the long path to the door. He is wearing white... only couriers on official business of the government wear ( Read more... )

I fear I should do this before it is too late; my birthday is only a little over one human month away. Centauri do not traditionally celebrate what humans refer to as a birthday, but I have spent most of the past 9 years in the company of humans and how could one pass up a holiday that is defined by free gifts, free drinks and more cake then one ( Read more... )