Dragons Among Us.
ByR. Albert Marsh.
Connell felt uneasy.He could feel eyes on him, studying, evaluating, curious, but at this point,definitely not hostile. He surreptitiously let his eyes roam slowly around thetown square. He saw people of all different races going about their business,everyone paying attention to their own immediate needs. Hawkers toutedtheir wares, voices bawling to out-shout the next-door neighbour, insults,some good-natured, some not, traded between stallholders in the souk.There! He caught a young woman looking at him, the sideways shift of her eyes betraying her just as she turned away. She was about medium height,with straight dark hair, olive skin, and golden oval eyes that had slit pupils,very much like his own. She looked to be around twelve to fifteen standard, but on various worlds, it didn’t pay to fix that in stone, as the averageAtrixian adult always looked no more than an eleven-year-old human child.But, Connell could still feel another set of eyes on him, now, more than theone. So he boldly let his gaze wander around, and immediately picked up thegaze of three more, no, five more people, male and female, looking directlyat him. He could feel no malice in those stares, only curiosity mainly.He heard a giggle, and the young woman was now standing next to him onhis left. Looking down, he was captivated by her beauty, and as he openedhis mouth to speak, a voice said,
“Corrine, come away from him. He, and we, have no time for games this day. Come now, child.”
The child gave a winsome smile, reluctantly turned away and walked off.The voice came from a woman of indefinite years, seemingly middle-aged,yet her eyes held the wisdom of many years. Then Connell gasped, for herealized that he had heard no physical voice, but only in the silence of hismind.