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Off shift, Soval’s quarters

Posted Nov. 9, 2020, 1:19 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander Soval (Executive Officer) (Charles Stevens)

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Sharah Fayth (Chief Science Officer) in Off shift, Soval’s quarters

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Soval (Executive Officer) in Off shift, Soval’s quarters

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Sharah Fayth (Chief Science Officer) in Off shift, Soval’s quarters
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Wielding a lump hammer against the brush tool, Soval was finalizing the lines of the meditative totem he was carving. The last of the set for his quarters. The stylized carving of a Vulcan woman had slowly materialized from deep in the yellow veined reddish sandstone as he worked.

The statues were intended to act as calming foci in a Vulcan home, he had learned to carve them during his convalescent on Vulcan. He found the act of carving the stone, wood, crystal and iron they were made of meditative in their own right.

Soval

Sharah had been wandering the ship trying to find things to distract herself from the noise. Trying to find a quieter spot where maybe, with the size of Angel, she might get some distance to help, but that didn’t really work for her. There was never anywhere actually away from people. She sighed. She was hoping to find a quiet spot where she could work on Dinui’s suggestion of finding a memory, a feeling to focus on. The problem she was having was she could find one, she just couldn’t get the other noise out of her head long enough to get a good strong hold of it. It was in this wandering that she felt an extreme sense of peace coming from someone. Not really thinking about it she followed the feeling while in her musing. She found herself outside a door but not sure who it belonged to.
Lt jg Fayth, CSO

Soval was well practiced in keeping his own telepathic talents shielded, being even more adverse to touching others than others in Vulcan society, but will in the quietly focused state he was in another mind in such proximity was impossible to ignore.
Inwardly pleases that a member of the crew would seek him out at this hour he spoke “Open”
The door slid open revealing a room painted in the sandy texture and reddish earth tones of a Vulcan county home, the candle light played and delicate incense adding to the feeling of tranquility. “Please, he welcome”
Soval

Sharah had not intended to knock. She hadn’t known when she first arrived who was there because she’d been wandering and ignoring everything but the feeling of the ship. The information was received in her mind but not processed. The door opened and the décor would have told her whose quarters she’d wandered to even without recognizing the mind behind the door. She would have walked away but she ‘heard’ before he spoke the order for the door to open, but more so his pleasure that a member of the crew would seek him out. And Sharah was incapable of creating disappointment or sadness in anyone on purpose. She stepped through the door at his greeting and braced herself because she had no idea what was going to happen with this meeting with the XO. He was right though, they had to figure, NO she had to figure something out. She was a department head now and they worked together, a lot. “Thank you, Sir.”
Lt. jg Fayth, CSO

Placing his tools down, “May I offer you refreshment, Sharah?” Soval didn’t bother shielding his mind, surmising that it would be more polite to allow her access to both his surface thoughts as well as subconscious emotions. His mind was quiet, emotions flowing threw it in a muted fashion, his logical mind examining them, excepting them and then moving on in a polite Vulcan fashion. He was curious, but willing to except the fact she was there without comment. He excepted the moment for what it was, needing not to change it, but willing to except its inevitable change.
Soval

Oh how did she get herself into these situations? “Just ice water, it’s a little late in the day for me to have anything else.” She looked around the quarters, with an eye for detail. She saw the similarities to the buildings and homes she’d seen when she was Vulcan. Despite her telepathic difficulties there, she’d found their art, including their architecture quite stunning. A beautiful reflection of the inner thoughts and passions of the people. “Did En. Tabris help with this? He has quite the skill for designing unique spaces.”

“ No, I did the work myself but I have seen reports as to his talents.” Soval spoke as he stood and fetched her a glass of water. “Any flavorings?” He asked as he imputed the order.

“I imagine that you would both have much to discuss. He seems eager to add to his array of ideas.” Sharah shook her head, “No thank you, just clean.”

She could feel her nerves getting the best of her. And it was frustrating because she was an excellent researcher and officer, despite her quirkiness. And then Joseph’s words came back to her: Without saying a word, he simply thought as “loud” as one could, ‘There is nothing wrong with being different, don’t be afraid.’ He was sure the Betazoid would be able to pick it up. Outwardly, he simply took a sip of his drink and let Greiss do the talking.

Sharah’s eyes widened slightly and she sat up a little straighter. ‘Different is one thing, being sick is another.’ What Joseph wasn’t expecting was to hear Sharah’s voice for himself, telepathically. It was something because of her ‘condition’ she could do–Per her thoughts into someone’s mind.

When her voice came back through his head Joseph nearly choked on his drink. His eyes widened and he put the glass down with more force than he wanted to, for the first time that night he was on the back foot. He took several seconds to formulate a response in his head. After he had taken a few moments to compose himself, he took a deep breath. ‘I’m sorry if my thoughts are a burden to you,’ he mentally articulated, ‘but you are an incredibly fascinating person.’

With a raised eyebrow he handed her the glass. It was rude to have seen her thoughts, but with his mind open, and her talents so powerful it was unavoidable. He felt and excepted the inevitable embarrassment and let it slide over him.

Nothing about her relationship with Joseph embarrassed her, though some things were very private. She was more embarrassed that her thoughts had leaked over. She didn’t normally do that. She might hear and feel everything, but only rarely did her own thoughts leak out by accident. She took a deep breath. “I don’t usually do that. I am more wary than I was aware of.” She accepted it, even if she didn’t like it. It was a very Vulcan like attitude toward it, reflecting that despite what the monks had said about her, she had learned quite a lot from them.

What had Dinui said? To find a memory, and assign a feeling to it: Acceptance. She mentally breathed it in and shook herself. She might be in pain but she didn’t have to be scared all the time. She glanced around again and it was easy to see from the tools that he had been creating totems. “You have a steady hand, Sir.”
Lt jg Fayth, CSO

“Thank you, one must have ‘hobbies’ I have been told.” Seating himself and poring himself a fresh cup of tea. Again, keeping to the moment he kept his expectations confined to experiencing the moment with his chief science officer.

Soval

She hadn’t been asked directly to sit, but Sharah could tell he was willing to allow the encounter to develop naturally and so she sat taking the water with a “Thank you.” and then sipping it quietly a moment. “Hobbies…plants, botany was my hobby, and look where it got me.” It was said with humor and a bit ruefully. “Perhaps your hobby will lead to you becoming an artist.” It was meant thoughtfully and perhaps with a bit of humor. It maybe have been too familiar or lacking in respect for his position on the ship thought it wasn’t meant that way. Sharah was quirky and because of all the input had a hard time with social conventions because the spoken word mixed with the thoughts and feelings going on around her.
Lt. jg Fayth, CSO

“Perhaps” Soval conceded. “Vulcans tend to amass skills wile staying to one career path. For me that has been managing the operations of starships. But if that proves impossible, I could possibly be able to make a living creating for the tourist trade.” The amusement was there, a very subtle but dry sense of humor evident.
He simply excepted the Betazoid’s thoughts, it was a fact of life and tho both their futures had their taboos it was not something he chose to be insulted buy, and the fact that she was not bothered gave him a sense of pride. She was a remarkable woman.

Soval

“Tourist trade…I never really thought about Vulcan having a strong tourism business. It was all was very esoteric to me when I was there. But my experience was jaded and I spent most of my time in the monastery. I suppose it just looks different. Betazed has shuttles running from one place to another non-stop all day. Or transporters for those who don’t want to take in the scenery on the way. Artisans, museums, art galleries, lectures, natural preserves.” She shrugs self deprecatingly, “I’m sure Vulcan has all those things as well. Like I said, my view was jaded, at best.” She looks over at the totem, “Not to be insulting, but you enjoy it, you find great pleasure and satisfaction in the work.” She’d learned a long time ago to always apologize for the feelings she was able to sense from Vulcans. It was said more out of habit than that she thought she might insult him. She was just too weary to care if her cultural norms insulted his. “Have you ever tried a medium other than wood?”
Lt jg Fayth, CSO

“No apology needed, I except that I have emotions and that you have no choice but to feel them. This is our normal.” His tone, that annoyingly neutral Vulcan one.”You are correct I enjoy the act of creation, as well as the meditative quality of the work. This one is the last of the set, and is in a replicated native sandstone. The previous three are…” pointing to the statutes residing in the corners with their holo candles, in an off hand way.”…of wood, crystal and wrought iron.” Thoughts of how the hot iron moved much like clay under the blacksmiths hammer came unbidden to his mind. “As advanced as Vulcan technology may be, our culture tends to be very ritualistic. A way to mediate the strong emotional drives we seek to suppress.” The ritualistic way he had ‘harvested’ the stone from a cliff on the holodeck came to his mind.
Soval


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