Lahn stopped, abruptly turn to the counselor and frowned. “I don’t want to talk to you about my feelings. I want to find out who is shitting on my bed.”
Wednesday, September 23, 2015
Thursday, September 17, 2015
In summer, Annah had walked the rows of Jestral with Minerva ever since she could walk. In the lower, hotter valleys, the leaves could be harvested year round, but here, high in the mountains, the Jestral shrubs grew much slower. Havest was always in late summer, and had to be carefully timed with the dense fog that rolled in with the ocean. After the third fog, but never more than a month later, Annah would walk the rows of lush shrubs, the edges of the normally green leaves taking a purplish tint. This year, Minerva dutifully followed, her toes grey from the dry, sandy ground, her young feet toughed by a summer of bare feet.
Monday, September 7, 2015
Juliette Sri was apologizing. Again. Weaving, and apologizing. She could tell from D’Shyv’s stiff responses she wasn’t doing a very good job.
“I thought you wanted some space with Tran.”
Sri frowned. The storms of Andoria were bone biting cold. Sri herself had nearly frozen to death hiding in the secondary hull of an ancient starship. Sunny days compared to the frost responses of an irked Aenar. Blind as D’Shyv was, she briskly maneuvered and angled herself through the traffic of Deep Space Nine’s promenade. A pale, aloof ghost haunted by the living. Sri felt her own peevishness at chasing after the D’Shyv creeping growing, and persisted with the verbal, if only because she knew it irritated her.
“I did. I thought you’d have something in common – talk about the homeworld—“
Homeworld? You know nothing of us, Lieutenant Commander. Her use of Sri’s rank dripped with contempt, and Sri bit back anger. We may share a planet, but we are different worlds.
“All the more reason to get to know him. You wanted to find out more about the universe. Perhaps starting closer to home –“
Wednesday, September 2, 2015
“I am late.” Lieutenant Commander Juliette Sri conceded. “I was busy trying to make sure your supplies made it to your sickbay instead of the USS Victor.”
“A notable goal. Were you successful?”
“That depends. Did you complete the cross-chronal matrix?”
Dr. Fenna stared intently at Sri. Sri glared. “What?”
“Your eyes are too close together.” Dr Fenna observed in a clinical tone.
“You didn’t complete it.” Sri accused, exasperated.
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