“Wanted to see if you could do something for me.”
At the kiosk, he queued up behind a purple-crested urvogel
a female by the looks of it.
“What? No „Parker, I‟m glad you‟re alive?‟”
“Right, right . . . Glad you‟re alive, Parker.”
“Thanks.”“Wanted to give you a heads up . . . an urvogel delegation is arriving Sacramentodownport in about an hour. You‟re there. So . . .”
“Can I snap some vid, get a few quotes?”
“I knew you wouldn‟t disappoint, Parker.”
“No prob.” He clicked the vidcom off. Lucky for him the urvogel was still waiting for the
barrista to froth the watery orange tactdyl tea they loved. He could find out from her at which
port the delegation was arriving. “They seem a little slow today don‟t they, Honorable One?” He
had assumed the purple crest placed her in the diplomatic corps and addressed her properly.
The urvogel snaked an eye toward Jonah. “Your kind always seems so,” the bird clicked
in perfect Anglic, for which Jonah was glad; his translator, along with everything else, wasawaiting pick up.He clicked a greeting in Urvogellian, though with a thick-tongued, awkward accent. Thediplomat ignored him. No matter. He continued his formal greeting, clasping his hands togetheras if about to pray, and bowed at the bird.With grace she accepted her cup of tea, paid the barrista, and looked at Jonah again, thistime with a little less contempt. She return
ed the bow. “No need to be so formal. Your kind,always trying to impress.” She shook her head, her crest bristling quizzically.
“You‟re with the delegation, right?” he asked.