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a local favourite of some sort.
    As the music built to a crescendo, she added the effect of his golden hair blowing in the breeze and completed the sculpting with a flourish as the orchestra brought their song to a stupendous end.
    Nanette receded into the shadows and moved away from the glowing statue that was slowly cooling in the darkness. Applause roared again, and she shook out her hands as fireworks heralded the official start of the Fire Festival.
    She receded into the shadows and watched the surge of bodies onto the open space. Drums sounded, limbs began to move and the population began to dance.
    Nanette watched the amazing grace that all members of the W’lyn population seemed to share. They were born of two of the most legendary species that Terrans knew and here the elves and vampires had blended into something more extraordinary than she had ever imagined.
    “Nanette!”
    She turned to greet the owner of the familiar voice with a smile. “Hiya, Wren.”
    Another woman and the four men, who featured prominently on W’lyn news vids, followed Wren.
    Wren grinned. “Nanette, this is Beryl, also of Terra, her mate, Drovin, my mate, Toyo, and my brother-in-law, Loesh. You have already met Rand, I believe.”
    Nanette smiled and waved her hand toward the statue. “He was the only one I had seen in 3D and the organizer wanted a Guardian statue for the festivities.”
    Wren snickered. “He is very festive.”
    Beryl extended her hand, but Nanette put hers behind her back. “Sorry. I am still running a little hot. I don’t want to injure you or your occupant.”
    Beryl smiled. “I will settle for a bow then.”
    They bowed formally to each other and burst into giggles.
    Beryl’s husband inclined his head. “I am pleased to meet another one of my wife’s kind. Beryl, may we go dancing now?”
    Beryl smiled and the four men took off to join the throng.
    The three Terrans turned and watched as the rhythmic motions matched the beat in an eerily beautiful dance.
    Wren turned to Beryl, “Did you know they could dance like that?”
    Beryl laughed, “I know he moves well, but I have never seen him in action like that, and I promise him daily that I never look at the others.”
    Nanette tuned them out as she watched the weird combination of tribal and ancient court dances. Knees, elbows and heels pounded the ground while the dramatic clothing twirled gracefully on the turns.
    The metallic colours that were natural to Rand caught her gaze and held it over and over again as he danced with the others. He seemed oblivious to the women who put themselves in his path. He watched her, and she watched him as he danced until his skin glowed silver. He was made of all the metals that she loved, but when she touched him, she didn’t want him to melt.
    A hand appeared in front of her eyes and snapped its fingers. Wren grinned at her. “Did you want to get something to drink while they work up a sweat without us?”
    Since her mouth was dry, Nanette nodded and was whisked away to a table on a platform to observe the dancing. It was definitely a sight to enjoy.
     

Chapter Four
     
     
    Bonding with the other Terrans was fun, even though they were married women, or the W’lyn equivalent. It was even easy to remember that they were human, because they did not have the height or the grace of the native species.
    The watered fruit juice was just what she needed after her performance. Wine was fun, but she needed to sit on her transport for her ride home.
    The music was endless. When one group surrendered the sound, another took it up in a constantly rotating round of band after band.
    When the Guardians ceased their gyrations, they joined them on the platform, sweat gleaming on their torsos.
    Nanette watched as Beryl and Wren immediately gravitated to their mates. It went beyond affection; they were literally drawn to get closer to their partner.
    Rand and Loesh smiled at her.
    Rand leaned forward, “You get used to it. It is