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Ichaya: /* The Cold Wind Comes */

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The Cold Wind Comes

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	Shiarrael felt a cold intense pain shoot through the base of her neck. Rubbing it gently she looked out her ready room window at the passing star field. ''It has been a long year- but it is almost over,'' she thought absently and went back to her work.		Shiarrael felt a cold intense pain shoot through the base of her neck. Rubbing it gently she looked out her ready room window at the passing star field. ''It has been a long year- but it is almost over,'' she thought absently and went back to her work.


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			Continued in [[Llaiir u'Rhienn ~ Fallen]]



	[[Category: Character Stories]]		[[Category: Character Stories]]

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	Shiarrael felt a cold intense pain shoot through the base of her neck. Rubbing it gently she looked out her ready room window at the passing star field. ''It has been a long year- but it is almost over,'' she thought absently and went back to her work.		Shiarrael felt a cold intense pain shoot through the base of her neck. Rubbing it gently she looked out her ready room window at the passing star field. ''It has been a long year- but it is almost over,'' she thought absently and went back to her work.


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 Itsak pushed himself up and simply nodded his head at her “we will meet again.” He stated firmly and walked out of the office.  The waiting Ensign joined him and the pair started for the turbo lift as the doors closed returning Sakarra to her seclusion.

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	She glanced at the warbird one last time. It was time to go meet her cousin again		She glanced at the warbird one last time. It was time to go meet her cousin again


			== Mishpacha Part III ==


			[USS Charon, Shuttlebay]


			"Everyone out." Shiarrael said as she set foot in the shuttle bay. Several of the working technicians looked at her confused by the order. But as the large shuttle bay doors slowly began to slide open they could easily see the Romulan shuttle hovering just aft of the Charon. Without protest everyone vacated the shuttle bay. She turned to face the landing shuttle and watched as it passed through the fore field and touched down on the landing pad. There was a hiss of air as the back hatch on the Romulan shuttle rolled open. Itsak stepped out first holding a long rein in his hand- behind him a beautiful amber and white fvai trotted out. She stared at Itsak somewhat unsure of how to take the scene. He approached her and held the rein out towards her "forgive me earlier I was quite rude. I decided to bring you a gift- no Romulan child should be raised without a fvai."

			"A fvai?" Shiarrael glanced at the creature. The tip of its head almost touched her shoulder "Itsak this is a starship not a farm- how can I keep such a thing here?" The fvai stepped forward and pressed its nuzzle into her right armpit and cooed- Shiarrael smiled wryly. The animal was certainly cute- but no. It did not belong on the ship!

			Itsak smiled "it already has become quite attached to you. Again- your children should have the joy of having a fvai- how many Romulan children are raised without the warmth of a fvai to keep them company?" Itsak gently petted the creature which seemed to enjoy the attention.


			The twins would certainly love the animal- as she watched Itsak part of her was suspicious of the gesture. After a moment of thought she gave in, she was certain the looks on Ael and Nnoil's face when they saw the animal would more than make up for the trouble of raising the animal on Charon. Accepting the reins she gently patted the fvai's forehead "what is his name?"

			"Nohtho." Itsak said- he stepped back "again, I must apologize for my behavior earlier. Your Vulcan is quite stubborn." He looked at Nohtho "this fvai can also be stubborn- as can a certain relative of mine if I remember correctly."

			"Is that so?" She looked at Nohtho- the name was Romulan. It meant 'mad' or 'crazy' in Federation standard. Shiarrael wondered if his temperament reflected the name or if the name was meant to reflect its future owner. It was hard to tell, though Itsak's expression made her think the latter was probably the correct assumption. "You would do better to apologize to her directly. I can forgive lack of manners- it has apparently become commonplace in the empire these days. However, treating a guest so poorly, for someone who hass always represented himself as dignified was surprising."

			His forehead tightened but he remained smiling. Shiarrael noted the reaction but said nothing. Itsak pulled his hand off the animal and stepped back "you are right. I ''should'' apologize to her directly. I hope the children enjoy Nohtho- perhaps I can visit with them?"

			"They are with their father." Shiarrael spoke abruptly "it has been awhile since he has seen them. Perhaps another time?" She finished trying to remove the edge in her voice. Itsak made her uncomfortable- there was something in his eyes that worried her.

			"Of course." He looked around "it is quite empty. Is your shuttle bay normally so devoid of persons? Though, you did conduct quite a thorough scan of the shuttle before we arrived." Itsak smirked slightly "don't trust family Shiarrael? Should I be offended?"

			"t'Jiae famously wrote that 'family should be trusted least of all. There can be no more vile, treacherous, and dangerous persons then one's family.' I don't see you so poorly however Itsak. but I must keep the security of this ship and crew as my priority. I'm sure you understand?"

			"t'Jiae?" Itsak chuckled at the reference "if I remember correctly she was murdered by her own son. She should have practiced what she wrote- such a shame. She had a great skill for poetry. Where is your Vulcan now?"

			"She is not 'my Vulcan'; she is this ship's pilot." Shiarrael corrected him "computer what is the currently location of Lieutenant Commander Tyrax?"

			''"Lieutenant Commander Tyrax is currently located in her quarters."''

			"There. I will have security escort you to her quarters so you can meet her." Shiarrael tugged on the fvai's reins as she called for a security escort. When they arrived she ordered one to stay in the shuttle bay, and for the other to lead Itsak to Sakarra's quarters. It would certainly be an interesting meeting between the two.


			== Apologies ==


			[USS Charon]


			Itsak watched the young security officer leading him. So thin, so frail- if this was indeed the best of what Starfleet had to offer he certainly wasn’t surprised the Dominion had made quick work of them. So undisciplined- he could have snapped the man’s neck without care. The thought of killing the young security officer amused him but it had no purpose. He smiled “is this necessary? I am unarmed. I can find my way.”

			“I have my orders sir.” The young man said. The turbo lift stopped and the security officer walked out leading him down the corridor “it’s right here.” He pressed the chime “Commander Tyrax, this is Ensign Lynch; I am here with the Romulan Commander- mister Sahen. The Captain asked me to escort him to your quarters.”


			The room was dark, except for the pool of light where meditation candles did their slow, graceful dance and the young Vulcan was kneeling comfortably on a pillow. A light robe the color of garnets set in dark gold outlined her relaxed frame with fingers steepled under her chin, while a spicy yet soothing scent wafted through the warm, dry air, reminiscent of desert flowers and ripe Gespar, with a notion of balmy mountain breezes.

			She was at peace, for the first time in quite a while. Thoughts of T’Pelar and the others had been put aside, postponed for the sake of finding at least this moment of tranquility. The silence was complete, without even Charon’s engines lending their steady hum to every activity, but the young Vulcan knew they would be springing back to life soon enough and was content.

			When the chime broke her deep concentration, there was no flare of annoyance; just a deep breath and long black tresses were tucked behind elegantly pointed ears before Sakarra slowly turned her head to look towards the door. The few people likely to visit her unannounced would know this was the hour when she preferred solitude, so this was quite unexpected.
			Then a brow climbed on the young woman’s serene face. Sahen? Unexpected indeed.

			“Very well, Ensign. Please enter.”

			As the doors opened, Sakarra got to her feet in a slow, fluid motion and saw the outlines of a human and the Vaek’Riov, standing in the twilight between the corridor’s brightness and the warm candle flames. Her face was placid and unmoved, but the slightly tilted head asked a silent question.


			The Ensign started in but Itsak grabbed his shoulder “I’m sure the commander can handle herself.” He pushed the young man behind him and stepped into the quarters. When the doors closed he took a moment to study the room, looking at the candle he sniffed casually- the smell was familiar. He approached the flames and leaned over gently waving the warm air towards his nostrils. Twisting around he looked at Sakarra. So serene, so calm, so Vulcan. “Gespar candles- my father often used these.”

			He smiled- devious and dangerous, would she know? Perhaps, she was part mind-reader. He had read her file; it was easy to have one of the technicians obtain it from the Charon’s computer. His cousin was too naive- being in the Federation had made her too trusting, or was it too stupid? He kneeled down and looked at her face- candlelight flickering in her eyes. Beautiful- exquisite, perfect, just like a Vulcan should be. “I have come to ask forgiveness for my behavior, I was rude.”


			He could feel her breath, warm, slightly moist. He watched her for any reaction but she remained still, unmoved as he spoke “I am not fond of your people.” He leaned back and crossed his legs on the floor, like he did when he was child in class “I should have been more respectful towards you- but I’m sure you understand that we are a passionate people. Though, being amongst my cousin has made you well aware of this- she’s always been quite…difficult. So, forgive me, I was out of line.”


			After several heartbeats of consideration, the young woman nodded slowly and settled back down again opposite the Vaek’Riov, light silken skirts billowing about her for a moment while her bare feet made not even the lightest of sounds on the soft carpet.

			Still, there was no relaxation left in the way she held herself, only the calm, alert air of a le-sahriy observing another predator resting under the sun. Something about the man’s graceful ease seemed too obvious to be entirely genuine, and the deep voice held a timbre that lent a dark shade to her watchful gaze.


			“Passionate? Yes, I believe the word is apt.” at least as far as it applied to the Captain, in case of this cousin Sakarra strongly suspected there was also a temper involved which was not only quick to erupt, but ran deeper than he would like to admit. Fingers loosely folded in her lap, the raven haired woman studied the Vaek'Riov’s features, softened ever so slightly by the gentle light, and the brief flash of a memory made her eyes twinkle with a shadow of amusement.

			“And it is one of the few things about the Rihannsu I am able to understand, as unlikely as that may seem to you. In either case, it would be ungracious of me to decline the apology of one who has provided generous assistance to my Captain and her ship.” She fractionally inclined her head, sending a few silken curls tumbling over one shoulder before returning to her former stillness.

			“However, I will admit to being surprised you felt compelled to come here in person.”


			“Do not take this the wrong way but I came here to see Shiarrael, she insisted I apologize to you- if I was truly sincere, as I am, well you see me here.” He gritted his teeth, it was split second reaction that he quickly adjusted to a smile “well, I should go- I am clearly interrupting something, but I’m sure we will see each other again Sakarra Tyrax.”


			Well, that explained that. Or perhaps not.

			Something flickered in the deep, black pools that held the Vaek’Riov in their calm regard as the young Vulcan recognized something else that was strikingly familiar.

			Whatever thoughts were hidden behind that smile, they were not benevolent.


			“As you wish, Itsak tr’Sahen. Your courtesy is nonetheless appreciated.” Subtly, the resonance of her melodious voice had changed, though it remained steady as the evening breeze over Llangon. “If we should indeed meet again, I will remember it.”

			As well as many other things.

			Kneeling on the dark fabric of the pillow, Sakarra gave the proud but polite tilt of the head with which a t’sai dismisses a visitor from her presence.


			Itsak pushed himself up and simply nodded his head at her “we will meet again.” He stated firmly and walked out of the office. The waiting Ensign joined him and the pair started for the turbo lift as the doors closed returning Sakarra to her seclusion.

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Ichaya: /* Mishpacha Part II */

2015-10-27T14:11:58Z

Mishpacha Part II

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	''"No" she choked out under the pressure "kill me. I will not live the life you want. I will not live the life my father wants. I will not live the life my mother wants. I will live my own life- and if that is impossible then I would rather die."''		''"No" she choked out under the pressure "kill me. I will not live the life you want. I will not live the life my father wants. I will not live the life my mother wants. I will live my own life- and if that is impossible then I would rather die."''

	The pressure against her neck subsided. Heaving a sigh Itsak sat down on the gravel next to her "damn you" he said. "Do as you please. I will inform your parents about your location but that is all. I will have nothing to do with you again Shiarrael. How you live mocks me."''		''The pressure against her neck subsided. Heaving a sigh Itsak sat down on the gravel next to her "damn you" he said. "Do as you please. I will inform your parents about your location but that is all. I will have nothing to do with you again Shiarrael. How you live mocks me."''

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	Alone in his room Itsak's mind focused on another matter; it was neither Shiarrael nor the agency that now dominated his thoughts. He could smell her scent, taste her almost, and ~~fell~~ the softness of her hair. That Vulcan woman- he wanted her- she aroused him like no other. It drove him mad that he couldn't simply take her- not yet at least.		Alone in his room Itsak's mind focused on another matter; it was neither Shiarrael nor the agency that now dominated his thoughts. He could smell her scent, taste her almost, and feel the softness of her hair. That Vulcan woman- he wanted her- she aroused him like no other. It drove him mad that he couldn't simply take her- not yet at least.


			== Mishpacha Part II ==


			[USS Charon, Captain's Quarters]


			"Aiden." Shiarrael's eyes opened slowly and she shifted her head to look at her bond mate. His eyes were closed and he breathed slowly. "Still asleep?" She smiled and gently lifted her head from the roughness of his extended arm. Between them Nnoil also slept comfortably. Ael was on the other side of her father using his other arm as a pillow. Shiarrael grinned and cautiously slipped her legs from the warmth of the covers and dug her feet into the soft but cold carpeting. With the quiet grace of an animal stalking prey she made her way out of the bedroom. Briefly pausing at the doorway she turned around and admired the scene. Both children were sleeping soundly next to their father. After letting her grin widen she crept into the living room and closed the doors to the bedroom.

			She made her way to the replicator and asked for her normal dose of raktajino- it was odd finding a Klingon drink so stimulating but Shiarrael had long since prided herself on her openness towards culture, mainly in terms cuisine. Although she still considered Klingons to be brutish uncivilized thugs at least she could enjoy her drink without second thought on the matter. With hot drink in hand she sat down behind her desk and brought up the view screen. Her eyes danced through recent issues- she frowned at several notes from the Vulcan contingent demanding the Charon leave immediately "why in such a hurry?" she wondered out loud. With a flimsy groan Shiarrael tapped the console off and slid her chair back as the view screen closed. She slowly made her way to the couch and sat down- outside her window she watched one of the massive D'Dherex's pull up into a higher orbit. Noticing the Rihannsu script on its beak she soon realized which ship it was. Endless Sky

			Itsak had become such a fool. Shiarrael frowned remembering how rude he had been towards Sakarra. He was never so crude- in fact he always presented the air of perfection. Shiarrael's frown deepened as she remembered the day when he discovered her in War College. It was the last time they had met until recently.


			''War College dormitories were cold enclosed boxes of concrete and steel. Shiarrael sat on the bottom bunk and stared out the small window at the parade grounds. At least five dozen students were conducting drills. She smiled wryly at the display. It all seemed like mindless banter but slowly the habitual nature of ritual had taken over and seemingly meaninglessness of the process was becoming lost. She sighed and looked up hearing a knock at her door "yes?" she called out standing up and chucking her ISD back onto the bed.''

			''"Erien Mosaram t'Ourai," She stiffened at the strange name- the faux name she had enrolled in. To be called something other than her name felt odd but it had become a ritual over the past year, a game- how long can I keep this ruse going? She tapped the single button along the door's edge to unlock it and barely retained the gasp when it opened to Itsak standing in front of her.''

			''"Mosaram t'Ourai?" Itsak's grin spread wide across his face as he shoved his way into the room "I will be fine" he glanced at his escort "you may go." Not asking questions the attendant simply dipped his head and exited "so you've been here for a year?" Itsak looked out the window "how I remember this place."''

			''"What are you doing here Itsak?" Shiarrael gritted her teeth- it had only been a matter of time, this she knew, but a year? No doubt her parents had spent a great deal on finding her.''

			''"What am I doing here?" Itsak smirked "don't ask something you already know. You need to return home."''

			''"And if I refuse?" She asked.''

			''"That is not your choice." Itsak said, as he continued to gaze out the window "you were given so much in life, you could be in the Rei'Krannsu- but you choose this? Why this?"''

			''"That is none of your business."''

			''"Even so- I must report to your parents that I have found you." Itsak turned around and smiled "though, perhaps, I may be inclined to omit this discovery."''

			''It was disconcerting, that smile. It was unusual to see Itsak smile. Shiarrael wondered what thoughts were weaving through her cousin's mind. Ever since she could remember he had been a closed person, never one to really show his emotions. She always wondered if it was because of his Vulcan ancestry. In a year in the War College she had learned one thing clearly: caution. "And what exactly would incline you?"''

			''"What?" He approached her "simple. Let's find out how much you have learned. I hear you are one of the best Telnari students. Spar with me Shiarrael. If you win, I will not report this."''

			''So there it was- he wanted to spar. How many times had they when they were but small children? Shiarrael was good but even with her talent she had never beaten Itsak- but then again they had been children. It was different now and she had nothing to lose "very well, let's spar."''

			''"Three days- the sparring grounds will do." Itsak walked past her without looking back. As soon as he was out of sight Shiarrael slammed her palm into the door's button. It shut and locked. Turning the window she looked out- it was time for her to make her stand.''


			''Three days came fast. Before she knew it Shiarrael found herself standing on one of the wooden platforms that made up the war colleges sparring ground. The entire area was empty save for the two. Itsak wore his Galae uniform- the rank insignia glimmering in Eisn's brightness. Itsak slowly removed his uniform jacket, carefully folded it, and placed in one of the corners of the sparring ground. When he finished his short ceremony he looked at Shiarrael "you make the first move."''

			''"If you insist." Shiarrael decided against going through the useless ceremony removing her training uniform. She simply took her stance and then paced the edges of the platform as her eyes focused on Itsak. He seemed aloof and relaxed- his stance was irritating her. Does he not take me seriously? She wondered. Oh well- he will soon! She suddenly sprinted at him and leapt into the air throwing a kick his way. He caught her foot and twisted it throwing her down onto the wooden platform. The fall was hard and the wood cracked from the force of the impact. Wincing noticeably Shiarrael pushed herself up and fell back. Itsak was grinning now.''

			''"You've always been too confident, defiant, and aggressive- did you think I wouldn't expect you to come out so quick?" He leaned forward and pressed his knees against the wood "you never have given things much thought. You always are too quick to act and never focus on what you are doing. You never listen and never appreciated where you were. You do not belong here!" He gritted his teeth and now moved to the offensive. Leaping at her he spun midair and aimed a kick at her throat.''

			''Caught by surprise Shiarrael barely dodged his attack. Falling farther back she nearly slipped off the platform but steadied herself. Panting she kneeled down and tried to catch her breath as Itsak reoriented and faced her again "and why is it your concern what I do?"''

			''"Because you don't deserve it!" Itsak almost growled as he spoke "you have been given everything. Name, family, money, power- you have it all in your grasp and yet you throw it away! You fight against everything you have been given! You are a disgrace!" He charged again and sent his palm at her. Shiarrael twisted but was unable to dodge the hit and was knocked off the platform. Landing in the gravel she slid a few feet before coming to a rest. A small stream of dust stirred up as her hands dug into the tiny rocks. Standing up she threw them at Itsak who was charging her again. He was hit directly in the face and stumbled backward momentarily blinded. Using the distraction she slammed her elbow into his ribs and then head butted him sending him back onto the platform.''

			''"Is that why you are angry? You are envious of me?" She wanted to spit at him but even she understood the severity of that insult- he didn't deserve that "you know nothing of my life even though you have always tried to replace me! I don't have to tell you anything. I will live as I choose- and I will because I am Rehu not some nameless peasant fit for the Gai'Shian. I have no interest in the Rei'Krannsu- a group of fools who do nothing but sponge honor. I will be in the Galae!"''

			''Sitting up Itsak said nothing. He carefully pulled a few pieces of gravel out of his eye and then glared at Shiarrael. Standing up he charged her again. She did her best to fend off his attacks but Itsak was both faster and stronger than her. A kick to her abdomen forced her backwards and she fell. Looking up she could see Itsak staring down at her- his boot pressed against her throat "it is over Shiarrael- return home."''

			''"No" she choked out under the pressure "kill me. I will not live the life you want. I will not live the life my father wants. I will not live the life my mother wants. I will live my own life- and if that is impossible then I would rather die."''

			The pressure against her neck subsided. Heaving a sigh Itsak sat down on the gravel next to her "damn you" he said. "Do as you please. I will inform your parents about your location but that is all. I will have nothing to do with you again Shiarrael. How you live mocks me."''


			"Mocks you..." Shiarrael whispered staring at the Endless Sky. The sleek and threatening design seemed to stare back at her- a dangerous place she was in. The chirp of her commbadge startled her- for a millisecond her brain wondered if the Endless Sky would fire.

			''"Captain, a Romulan shuttle is approaching from the surface- Vaek'Riov tr`Sahen is aboard. He asks that you meet him in the shuttle bay. Should I allow them to dock?"''

			A shuttle from the surface? Odd. He could have beamed aboard easily. Why a shuttle? This was highly suspect. She pressed her commbadge "allow it- but scan it thoroughly."

			"Understood."

			She glanced at the warbird one last time. It was time to go meet her cousin again

Ichaya: /* Mishpacha Part I */

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Mishpacha Part I

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	[I'Rak Prime, Vaek'Riov Itsak tr`Sahen's estate]		[I'Rak Prime, Vaek'Riov Itsak tr`Sahen's estate]


	"You don't look pleased, Itsak." Hanaj smiled, the bright orange glow of the fire reflected off his soft features tinting his olive skin a slight shade of amber. As the dancing flames flickered in his eyes Hanaj watched his commander. It was hard not to wonder what thoughts were flowing through Itsak's mind- the man was a closed book. His emotions and reactions varied as much as the winds of I'Rak Prime shifted directions, but Hanaj found the mystery refreshing. He enjoyed surprises and he enjoyed challenge. Working for Itsak all these years had given him both. "I assume the meeting with your cousin went foul?"		"You don't look pleased, Itsak." Hanaj smiled, the bright orange glow of the fire reflected off his soft features tinting his olive skin a slight shade of amber. As the dancing flames flickered in his eyes Hanaj watched his commander. It was hard not to wonder what thoughts were flowing through Itsak's mind- the man was a closed book. His emotions and reactions varied as much as the winds of I'Rak Prime shifted directions, but Hanaj found the mystery refreshing. He enjoyed surprises and he enjoyed challenge. Working for Itsak all these years had given him both. "I assume the meeting with your cousin went foul?"
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	"Yes," Itsak whispered, he remembered now- that night.		"Yes," Itsak whispered, he remembered now- that night.


	''Water beat on the windows. The estate was dark save for the random flashes of lightning that illuminated the interior. Thunder rumbled often shaking the stone walls. He waited, and waited. Finally another rumble shook the walls but it was not thunder. The main doors burst open and a cloaked figure slowly crept in. It was then when the room illuminated. Standing next to Itsak was a tall proud Rihannsu woman. She would have been beautiful had her face not been decorated by a scowl. Servants rushed in but instantly seeing their mistress in a foul temper they bowed and scurried away to the safety of other places. "Shiarrael" the woman's voice echoed deeply through the ancient and cavernous halls "what have you been doing?"''		''Water beat on the windows. The estate was dark save for the random flashes of lightning that illuminated the interior. Thunder rumbled often shaking the stone walls. He waited, and waited. Finally another rumble shook the walls but it was not thunder. The main doors burst open and a cloaked figure slowly crept in. It was then when the room illuminated. Standing next to Itsak was a tall proud Rihannsu woman. She would have been beautiful had her face not been decorated by a scowl. Servants rushed in but instantly seeing their mistress in a foul temper they bowed and scurried away to the safety of other places. "Shiarrael" the woman's voice echoed deeply through the ancient and cavernous halls "what have you been doing?"''


	''Two hands reached up grabbing the edges of the cloak's hood and pulled them tighter "I have been out studying with my friends." A voice replied, the tone defiant as her face was hidden beneath the grey shroud of the cloak's hood.''		''Two hands reached up grabbing the edges of the cloak's hood and pulled them tighter "I have been out studying with my friends." A voice replied, the tone defiant as her face was hidden beneath the grey shroud of the cloak's hood.''

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 The young Vulcan gave the beverage a critical look and decided that no matter how high or low the tolerance of the two Rihannsu, hers was certainly going to be put to the test. And she was not merely thinking of alcohol at the moment, although that particular issue was at the forefront of her mind. As the sweetness of the rylhrhr reached her nostrils, Sakarra had to suppress a small sigh. It was vaguely reminiscent of pla-savas, although without the tart note, and she would have to be most careful not to … overindulge.
- “Always concerned about me” Shiarrael mocked. She resisted the urge to sigh remembering vividly the testy argument they had when she was still in the war college. “Though, I am glad to see you are doing so well” she looked at the selection of courses and sliced herself a small piece of the roasted hlai and took a forkful of the boiled lyhori.
+“Always concerned about me” Shiarrael mocked. She resisted the urge to sigh remembering vividly the testy argument they had when she was still in the war college. “Though, I am glad to see you are doing so well” she looked at the selection of courses and sliced herself a small piece of the roasted hlai and took a forkful of the boiled lyhori.
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 A smile was Shiarrael’s only response to Sakarra. She held some affection towards the young woman. Not so much for similarities- the two were quite different, but perhaps an old question, one as old as the ancient halls of her home world. If S’Task had not led the sundered from Vulcan- is this how my people would be? A whimsical rhetorical bit it was but nonetheless fascinating. As she pressed her commbadge she grinned, ''‘how much I have learned this year.’''