The King's Labyrinth
Snow Angels 3/?


The party was already under way when Amalthya and Jareth entered the 
building. Silviet greeted them at the door and escorted them in.  

"Silviet, this is Jareth."

"Of course. Pleased to meet you, Jareth."

"Likewise. Amalthya's told me much about you."

"Silviet, is Xander around? I wanted him to meet Jareth."

"He's this way." She said with a smile. The trio made their way to the back 
of the gallery where Xander and another man stood debating the veracity of 
modern art. 

"What I can't see is why people are willing to pay thousands of dollars for 
something that looks like a five year old painted it."

"Chris, it's not the art itself, it's the message behind it. A five-year 
old's finger painting doesn't hold a larger theme. It's an exact rendering. 
If a child paints a barn, then it's a barn. If an artist paints one, it 
could be the representation of the memory of a sunny day spent napping in 
warm hay at grandfather's farm. You have to see the deeper meaning behind 
it."

Chris, an older man with a receding hairline, shook his head. "I understand 
you're convictions, Xander. I just can't see it. When someone splatters a 
canvas with red, orange, and yellow paint, I don't see the sunset you do."

"Then I suggest you stick to your Renoir and Monet, my friend." Xander 
chuckled. He turned to face Amalthya and Jareth. "Hello Amalthya." He 
smiled. "I'm glad you made it. How's the weather outside? I hear it's 
supposed to snow more."

"It's not that bad out yet. Xander, I want you to meet Jareth."

"Hello." Xander extended his hand.

Jareth shook it. He looked at the man in front of him quizzically. He- he 
*knew* this man. He didn't know how- but he knew him.

"Is something the matter?"

Jareth recovered himself from the momentary reverie, brushing the odd 
feeling away as best he could. "Please excuse me. For a moment I though I 
had met you before."

"Funny....I thought the same thing- but it couldn't be."

"No." Jareth agreed. "It isn't possible that we've met." He tied to clear 
his thoughts. "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you now, at any rate."

Amalthya watched the whole exchange uneasily. When the first opportunity 
presented itself, she pulled Jareth off to the side. "What was that about?"

"What?"

"The thing with Xander."

"I don't know. When I shook his hand- I was sure I'd met him before. But 
it simply isn't possible."

"Weird." Just then she spotted Rosslin from across the room. "Come on, I 
have more people to introduce."