Shield's Lady

it all has a crazy kind of charm. Back home everything is designed to be functional and utilitarian and dignified. At least the local architecture is never dull.”
    Etion watched her face as he sipped his ale. “A people’s architecture reflect something of their nature. The same applies to clothing, I imagine.”
    I know, and I sometimes get exhausted just looking at all the incredible costumes as well as the amazing architecture,” Sariana said with a small laugh. “But at other times it occurs to me that Rendezvous could benefit from a small infusion of design from the western provinces.” Her eyes sparkled for an instant. “And the west could certainly learn something from us.”
    “It will be interesting to see where we all are in five or ten or twenty years,” Etion remarked.
    “Well, I for one plan to be back home in Rendezvous managing my clan’s trade interests,” Sariana said with conviction. “It’s what I was meant to do from the day I was born. What about you, Etion? Will you ever go home?”
    “It’s too late for me, Sariana,” he reminded her with soft bitterness. “I’ve told you that. I’m good at what I do, but nothing will ever make my clan or my business associates back in Rendezvous forget that financial scandal five years ago. I’m just damn lucky contact with the western provinces had been established by then or I would have had no place to run.”
    “I suppose I’m lucky, too,” Sariana mused. “A few years ago failure to matriculate to the academy would have been the end of the line for me. I would have had to accept a low level position within my own clan or marry into a less important business clan. Last year when everything collapsed around me I needed a place to run, also.”
    “The difference between us is that I’ve accepted my fate. You have yet to come to terms with yours.” Etion leaned forward with uncharacteristic intensity. “Remember, Sariana, when you finally do realize that it’s better to be a success here than a failure back home, I’ll be waiting. You and I have a lot in common. Our skills and training compliment each other perfectly. Together we could become very successful here in Serendipity. We would make a good team. Think about it.”
    Sariana sat very still. Etion’s words would have constituted a marriage proposal back home and they both knew it. She inclined her head in a formal, gracious response. “You honor me, Etion.”
    “Think about it,” he repeated. “That’s all I’m asking.” He sat back and picked up his mug. He smiled but his dark eyes remained curiously remote. “I know you have to satisfy yourself first. You have to find out if there is any way you can ever go back to Rendezvous on your own terms. I wasted my first three years here trying to find a way back. But while you search for your own magic ticket, think about the possibilities of a future here with me. We could accomplish a great deal together.”
    “Thank you, Etion,” Sariana said gently. “You are very kind.”
    He grinned unexpectedly. “I’m desperate. If you leave where will I find a sane, intelligent, rational woman with whom I can communicate?”
    Sariana laughed and changed the subject.
    Thirty minutes later Sariana finished her tea and smiled regretfully. “I must be getting back. I have to see how much further into bankruptcy Lady Avylyn is going to take the Clan with her plans for the ball. Thank you for the tea, Etion. You’ll never know how much I needed the break.” She got to her feet. “You will be coming to the Avylyns’ party, won’t you?”
    “Wouldn’t miss it. You’re sure the Avylyns’ won’t mind?”
    “Of course not. They’ve convinced everyone that having an eastern business manager and an association with a bank run by a financial genius from Rendezvous is very trendy.
    It puts them at the forefront of fashion and they love it. They’ve also hinted to everyone that it’s a brilliant financial maneuver. Their friends and rivals are all talking about hiring easterners, too. Who knows, Etion? We may be opening up new careers for all the academy rejects from our homeland.”
    “An interesting thought. The luck of the day to you, Sariana. I’ll see you at the ball.”
    “Luck to you, Etion, and thank you very much for your gracious proposal. I give you my word I will think about it.”
    “Do that, Sariana.”
    Sariana turned away with a last smile and found herself doing exactly as Etion had asked. She thought