Grand Opening

[Cruz]

There was a cold chill of a female taking her power to her. Cruz didn't look around. He knew he couldn't see anything. And nothing strange happened. He only knew someone was in the same room. If he'd been Nox he'd have taken the power. But there wasn't much Cruz could do with his power that was helpful if they were to come under attack - except maybe throw that net thing over them. But Cruz wasn't like Nox in that - he didn't remember the weave on the first go. And they hadn't really had time to practice it. And that was something Nox warned against - using it against people - it could hurt someone unintentionally. And unless you wanted to do that, you shouldn't do it. So again it came down to there was nothing he could do.

The woman's expression was not atypical of the women he typically met at these functions. He'd met several at the gala with Nox who was supposed to be his body guard. That had turned out so well. And now his father had no say in his life. But now Nox wasn't around either and that was a little scary. What if the Atharim came at him. Cruz sighed as he took in her smile. A few things interested her. Cruz was more than certain the science wasn't anything to do with it, but he played the naive host. "Oh, can I help you get a better feel for these few things." It was likely to turn into small talk - the basic getting to know you stuff. But it was worth a shot. Cruz didn't expect to actually talk to anyone here who understood even half of what he had to say.