“The Huntress and the Champion”<br/><br/><div class="bbm_float fright" style="float:right;margin:0 0 5px 10px">
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</div>Archie was very taken with Dia, he could get around to learning her last name later.  She was beautiful, abviously athletic and she wanted to hear about his dogs.  "I would be delighted to have a drink with you, Dia.  When I arrived, I was greeted by Dion, himself, and he served me a goblet of the finest Debina that I've ever had.  Shall I fetch us each a glass, or perhaps the bottle?" Archie asked with a smile.  He was in no way attempting to get the woman drunk, but he didn't want their conversation cut short because the glasses had been drained.<br/><br/>Before heading to the bar, Archie gave her another smaile and said, "I hope I'm not getting too far ahead of myself, but if we hit it off, maybe you can visit me in Florida and see my pack?"<br/><br/>He had no idea that Dia had seen his dogs on multiple ocassions, but Archie had the feeling that they'd all get along quite well.  He sensed a kindred spirit in her.<br/><br/>The Champion was enjoying himself so much, that he had no idea that there was at least one 'person' there that wasn't there so much to have a good time, but to see, from his perspective, that things didn't get out of hand.  His bronzed, shaved and beautiful face was not smiling.  With a hand, he brushed locks of his blonde hair behind his ears.  Introspectively, he noted that the 'Champion' had qualities that he admired and if not for the beard he might imagine himself spending a languid warm day hand in hand with the other.  However, this Champion was dangerously close to poaching game that was not his to hunt.  Perhaps a friendly word would do the trick?  This was Dion's hall and there would need to be an incredible provocation before one could wield a punishment without Dion's consent.  Then there was the fact that this banquet was in honor of the Champion of his sister's sacred games....<br/><br/>Archie returned with two glass goblets and the bottle of wine.  He noticed that there was table near the wall that looked good for conversation.  Motioning with his full hands, Archie asked, "Dia, there's a nice table there.  Shall we sit?"  He led her to the table and set down the bottle and glasses.  Once his hands were free, Archie held out a chair for Dia to sit in.<br/><br/>(To be continued)