The creature that stepped out was no child but a small female. Slowly making her way to him, he noticed that she constantly was aware of her surroundings. Her dark eyes stayed on something only long enough to determine if it was a danger before moving on to something else. She was trained to a certain extent. Bodily she was similar to their females. Other than the obvious two legs and two arms. All Drakian females were tall and athletic. Their muscles only slightly less defined than the males. This female had curves he had not seen on any Drakian female. He could see no tail behind her unless it was a very short one. Dark hair was pulled back into a knot at the back of her head. Glacian found himself curious as to its length. Her ears were rounded instead of pointed and webbed. As she came to a stop several feet from him, he studied her features more closely.
Her skin was a pale peachy color, making her dark eyes stand out. Her nose was different and sat above a full luscious mouth. He assumed he was staring too long because her little chin jutted up defensively. Her stance was light and she stayed on the balls of her feet, ready to pounce if he made any wrong moves. There was no hesitation in her movements. He had no doubt she would attack him and not think twice about it.
Very slowly so as not to startle her, he reached his hand out, palm up, silently asking her to take it. For some reason he was drawn to this small sprite. He had met all the other space travelers before but none of them had drawn his attention the way that this one did. His dragon was pushing at him, wanting to get closer to her as well. That had never happened before either. His dragon normally had no interest in any female that Glacian had taken an interest in.
He watched as she looked from his outstretched hand back to him. For several minutes she just looked at it, as though gaging if it was some form of a trap. Still cautious, she slowly reached her hand out and slid her fingers along his. There was a strange tingling sensation and then what almost felt like an electric shock swept through his body before she snatched her fingers back. But he still felt that soft touch all the way to his bones.
Holding his hands up in a gesture that hopefully she understood as ‘wait’, he tapped his wristband. Cradling her hand to her chest, a wild untrustful look entered her eyes. She took a single step back, ready to disappear at a moment’s notice.
“Rokk. Where are you?” Glacian never took his eyes from the female, so he knew exactly when she realized that whoever was coming was close. She began looking around expectantly. She cautiously edged closer to the forest behind her.
“Coming up on the beach now, Sire,” came Rokk’s reply.
“I got one of them to come out. She’s already skittish. Don’t scare her when you get here.” He knew his order would be obeyed. Not only was Rokk his advisor, but he was also a very good friend.
Just then, a small carrier vessel came from over the trees and landed a little way up the beach. The hatch on the back came down and Rokk came striding slowly towards Glacian. In his large hands was a small case. As he approached, the female took another step back and planted her feet in the sand, preparing to fight.
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Kiera took a small step back and spread her feet for better balance in case a fight broke out as the large yellow man approached them. Her hand was still tingling from the earlier contact with the blue man. She knew that there was no reason to run. She didn’t know the area and she was sure that they did. But if she was going to have to fight two of them instead of one, she was going to need some space. At least until the others could get to her. If the men stayed in this form, she was sure that she could incapacitate them. She wouldn’t kill them unless she had no other choice.
Moving into a defensive position, she was surprised when the yellow man handed the blue one the small box and bowed before stepping back. Bowing signified master or royalty. Which category did this one fall into? The yellow man didn’t seem afraid of the blue one. If anything, there was respect in his every movement. Kiera knew that didn’t always mean anything. Servants could still respect their masters. Blindly at times.
Watching the two of them, it was obvious that they were trying not to intimidate her. She relaxed her pose but only slightly. She couldn’t take the chance that they would jump for her the second she became comfortable.
The blue man opened the case and pulled a triangle looking device from it. Handing the case back to the other man, he turned to her and held it out for her to see.
Gingerly, she took the device from him, careful not to touch his skin again, and examined it. It looked like a metal triangle with a small chip on one side of it. Kiera looked up at him questioningly.
The blue man tapped his temple and for the first time Kiera noticed that there was a small upside-down triangle there. Looking at the yellow man, he pointed to his temple showing that he had one as well.
Maybe it was some kind of communication device? Both men seemed to be functioning independently so the device connecting them to a hive mind was out. She was sure it wouldn’t harm her. They were wearing one and they seemed undamaged by it. Rustling and loud whispers came from the bushes behind her. She made a quick signal with her fingers and the noise stopped.
Coming to a decision, Kiera took a deep breath and placed the device to her temple, making sure that it was upside down like theirs were.
There was a small vibration and then the device grew very warm on her skin, almost as though it were burning her. She breathed through the pain and just absorbed it. She refused to take her eyes off the men in front of her in case they tried making a move on her. After a few moments the heat subsided. The only thing that remained was the queasiness in her stomach from the pain but it was fading as well.
Looking at the two men, they were both watching her expectantly.
The yellow one looked at the blue questioningly as the blue did the same to him.
“Do you think it worked? She is just staring at us,” the yellow man asked.
“It should have,” the blue one replied. “It’s never not worked before.”
Kiera’s eyes widened in surprise. She could understand them now. Before it had been growls and grunts but all she heard now were actual words. Granted, the timing of the translation and their lips moving was a little off.
“It worked,” the yellow man stated.
“If you are referring to the communication device then, yes, it worked,” Kiera informed them.
At her words, the blue man’s hand came to his chest and held it over his heart, or where she assumed his heart would be, and bent over as though he were in pain.
Kiera also suddenly felt a tightening in her chest. The pain brought her to her knees in the sand. Clutching her chest, she didn’t understand where the pain was coming from. It was as though a vise was squeezing around her heart. Then, as fast as it had hit her, it was gone. There was something there though. She didn’t know how to explain it. Some connection that wasn’t there before. It was like another separate heart was beating inside of her chest that wasn’t hers. How was that even possible?
Staggering to her feet with gritted teeth, Kiera glared at the two men. “What the h.ell was that?” she demanded. She had trusted her instincts to not steer her wrong. How was this even possible? It wasn’t from the device. Unless it was a delayed reaction. The pain hadn’t hit until after the device had been implanted.
Still gripping his chest, the blue man straightened, gazing at her in bewilderment and awe. Once his breathing had returned to a somewhat normal rate, he cleared his throat. “My name is Glacian, King of East Balaur. And that, my dearest, was a mating link snapping into place. You are my mate.”