Elua was in her suite, looking through her dresses. She eventually picked a pink one with a yellow-green-red design around the torso and black-blue cuffs and hem. As with most of her clothing, it was traditional Rezmaeri dress. Next, Elua picked some jewelry to wear, sliding loose, colorful bracelets over her sleeves, and putting on a maroon skullcap with a purple-white-silver headscarf and a jeweled headband. "How's this?" she asked Bezgir.
"You look as beautiful as ever." He had on a white tunic with a long light blue vest, and his turban was white with a traditional black and blue stripe pattern. "How 'bout me?"
"Like a god. Let's go dance!"
They headed down the hallways and made their way to the ballroom. Elua saw an Indian-looking couple and recognized the woman. "Suvarna! Bezgir, this is my friend from college, Suvarna. Suvarna, this is my husband, Bezgir." Suvarna didn't speak much Rezmaeri, so this was said in English. It would be awkward, because Bezgir's understanding of English wasn't so great either. He tried to speak to Suvarna's husband. "Name me Bezgir Urmarkan. No me good speak English. What name you?" Suvarna's husband responded in Rezmaeri: "I'm Prakash. Nice to meet you."
"How do you know Rezmaeri?" asked Elua.
"I got a job for your country's Emerging Technologies Visa Program. I actually live on the DETI compound outside Jakitagboce. Of course, Suvarna and I are still foreigners- living in Rezmaeristan doesn't make me Rezmaeri any more than you living in India would make you Indian."
"Come on you guys, let's go dance or something!" said Elua.
