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Lois McMaster
it plain you like people, it’s hard for them to resist liking you back.
Sylvia
looked around her with interest. It had
been a long time since she had done anything so fun.
before her. She could feel her
guardian’s eyes on her but she paid no attention as she grabbed his hand
tightly in her own, watching the tall boy dodge yet another closely placed
knife.
She did not
know how he could be so calm about having knives thrown at him.
or worse dead. There were several knives
where he did not move and they just barely missed skimming his face or other
parts of his body. It was all very
exciting and nerve wracking for her to sit and watch, especially when all she
wanted to do was shout a warning to the young man.
Sylvia
she felt she had seen him somewhere before not too long ago.
then the paint he wore over it. At one
pointhad had moved close enough to where she sat in the stands that she could
see his one visible green eye. It struck
a memory of hers.
“
finished with.”
“But Miss
Sylvia,” Her guardian frowned slightly.
“I don’t think that is a wise idea.
He’s common, not a good idea at all.”
“If you’re not
going to help me I’ll do it myself,” Sylvia insisted.
Normally
she was not so forward or direct.
no comment. Finally he nodded.
She thought
that she had remembered him showing up at a few parties of Miss Relena’s.
Gundam Pilot. It had been a long time
since she had seen any of them and she looked forward to speaking with
him. Perhaps they could even be friends,
after a fashion.
All her
attention went back to the Dance of Daggers.
It seemed like things were speeding up, the knives were just a silver
flash as they flew through the air at the young man.
that Sylvia could barely keep track of both him and the knives being thrown at
him.
At last the
finale came up. Knives left the woman’s
hands with amazing speed and the young man moved at the last moment, barely in
time to avoid being hit with one of the knives.
Sylvia held her breath as she watched, squeezing Lucan’s
hand tightly in her own. And then it was
all over and Sylvia got on her feet with the rest of the crowd to cheer and
clap for the two amazing performers.
“Come on
performers and other workers. “I need to
see him.”
watchful eye on trowdrowd. Sylvia looked
back over her shoulder a few times to make sure that he was following closely
enough before she walked calmly through the exit towards the living quarters of
the animals and performers. There were
several people lying about relaxing before they would have to go in and clean
up the mess the crowd has left. She
looked around for the boy and spotted him going towards some of the animal
cages. Curious she followed after him.
“Excuse
me,” Sylvia called out once he had stopped.
“Are you Trowa Barton?”
She
remembered his name from Relena’s parties, she
remembered most of the Gundam Pilots names when she had been introduced.
“Who are
you?” He asked looking calm.
“Sylvia
him.
He looked
at her for a long moment before finally shaking her hand.
“How have
you been?” She asked. “I never knew you
were in the circus. That was a wonderful
performance by the way.”
“Thank
you,” Trowa nodded.
“I’ve been
well enough I suppose,” Sylvia informed him.
“Why did
you come here?” Trowa asked studying her.
“I don’t have
many friends and I just wanted to try to get to know someone,” Sylvia looked at
the animal cages, not able to meet his gaze.
“I just wanted to see that you were doing well.”
“It’s good
to see you,” Trowa’s words were hard to make
out. “If you would like I will be your
friend.”
Sylvia
smiled. She could tell that he was nice
and it would be nice to have someone to lean on once in a while just as she was
sure it would be nice for him to have someone there for him.
“What are
you doing tonight Sylvia?” Trowa asked, breaking the nervous silence.
“Attending
a social function at Duke Reynols,” Sylvia
sighed. “I just hope that the other
young men don’t do what they did the last time.
“What was
that?” Trowa cocked his head to the side.
“They kept
bothering me,” Sylvia flushed.
“Can you
bring a guest?” Trowa asked softly.
“Yes,”
Sylvia nodded.
“Then I’ll
accompany you,” Trowa offered. “It’s not
a problem.”
“Are you
sure?” Sylvia asked nervously.
“Yes,”
Trowa gave a tiny smile. “And any other
important function where you should have scorscort just give
me a call and a few days notice. It’s no
problem and that way you’ll have the added protection of a Gundam Pilot.”
style='mso-spacerun:yes'> You don’t know what this means to me.”
Trowa heard
the footstbefobefore Sylvia. He pushed
her to the ground and drew his gun on the unfamiliar footfall.
“Sylvia
from some distance away.
“I’m fine,”
Sylvia stood and brushed the dirt off her skirt.
“I
apologize,” Trowa tucked his gun away.
you?” Lucan asked suspiciously.
“Trowa
Barton, Gundam Pilot,” Trowa gave a half smile.
“It’s nice to meet you.”
“Nice to
meet you as well,” Lucan acknowledged.
“Do you
think you could meet me at the Grand Hotel around six tonight?” Sylvia
asked. “And do you have anything formal
to wear?”
“I have a
tuxedo,” Trowa frowned lightly. “Will
that do?”
“Oh yes,”
Sylvia smiled.
“I’ll see
you at six then,” Trowa told her.
Sylvia said
goodbye and followed after Lucan to the car.
had since Relena’s last party more than eight months ago.