Just a small snippet from my WIP Tarkir – Dark World Warrior. It’s not edited at all. But enjoy anyway!
The air around them chilled as they stared at each other. The only sounds in large empty, space was the faint humming of the air system and their own harsh breathing. At last Tarkir broke the silence with a grunt.
“Yes.” He said and tossed his water bottle into a small bin attached the nearby wall. “Come, we will discuss what we both want to know.” Da’von raised his eyes brows. Tarkir gave a short laugh. “I am aware that your crew has been questioning mine, trying to get information on our race.” Da’von walked closer to the wall bin, tossing his bottle into it and looked at the other man.
“If you had have been rescued by an unknown race, your crew would do the same.” he stated. A soft swoosh sounded as their empty bottles were sucked out of the bin. After a few seconds Tarkir replied.
“No. My ship would not have needed to be rescued.”
Not waiting for a reaction from Da’von, he turned and walked to the door, stopping to look back at Da’von as it slid open. “Come, we will talk of this in my war room.” With that he disappeared out into the corridor.
Da’von glanced down at his now cooled, sweaty body as he followed Tarkir and grimaced. “I need a shower,” he grumbled to himself. Walking ahead of the Lel’eiona prince, Tarkir smiled. His race, the Teirc, had exceptional hearing and he had heard his guest’s mumbled comment.