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Find the Grace (Tag Sair)

Posted Sept. 11, 2021, 1:35 a.m. by Commander Shedda Mal'athar (Executive Officer) (Jennifer Ward)

Posted by Civilian Sair Songz (Counselor) in Find the Grace (Tag Sair)

Posted by Civilian Revna Freya McKenzie (Diplomatic Attache) in Find the Grace (Tag Sair)
The Highest Calling of Our Lives is to Find the Grace in the Very Place We Stand - Caroline Jones (Rise)

It had been a very long night, but eventually she had fallen back asleep. She understood the psychology behind the night terrors, the flash backs, and the phisiology connected to the psychology, and why her body reacted with the fight or flight response, and the physical reactions to now healed physical trauma. It didn’t make it easier in the moment. Before she even opened her eyes, she concentrated on breathing deeply, feeling the air move through her lungs. Then she sat up slightly, bent her knees and moved the flat of her feet against the sheet. Concentrating on the feel of the material and letting the sensation ground her in the moment. A different technique than she’d used earlier in the night.

After several minutes Revna got up and moved into the other room and to her desk and began to braid her hair. Revna didn’t expect to get in today, she’d count herself lucky if she did, but she knew how busy a counselor could be. “Computer display available appointments with Ship’s Counselor Sair Songz for today and tomorrow.” The computer trilled and Revna took the first available appointment.


At the appointed time Revna took the turbolift to deck 8 and followed the corridor around until she came to the office door and rang the chime.

Revna McKenzie

Creating a welcoming office space was the goal of many a counsellor, and Sair was no exception. But everyone’s aesthetics were different and often culturally informed. Thus she took a more mild approach to the place and hoped it didn’t veer on the side of boring. But at least there was a tidy space here now, rather than the crates and chaos of before.

“Come in!” she said cheerily, her black flat shoes treading over a large area rug in muted blues, greys and greens. It spanned half of the therapy area in front of her desk and she had set a small round coffee table in front of small sofa and two arm chairs, in a blue-grey colour. Behind her was the desk with two basic chairs in front and a pale wooden shelving unit to the left by the replicator.

Next to the door was a stone carving that was half the height of the door. Carved out of white dolomite, it was a miniature replica of the giant tree that was in the lobby of he Assembly Complex in Kobliad’s capital. The tree had a wide trunk with the appearance of a thick bark and was easily deciduous with sweeping branches with teardrop shaped leaves. Carved around the trunk of the tree were arms with hands seeming to hold the tree and they wound themselves up the trunk.

Sair presented a tidy figure but was opting to try and mimic a uniform in her own unique way. Over black slim trousers she wore a long sleeved blue tunic of medical, and her medium length lilac hair was swept off to the side and secured in a small messy knot. She was prepared for this appointment and yet she was still nervous, but her light brown eyes showed confidence.

~Sair Songz, CNS

Revna was wearing an ankle length, a-line, long sleeve, light grey, linen dress with navy blue trim and embroidery. She had a duster length vest over her dress, with the pins and accoutrements that marked her as a member of the diplomatic corp. It was her ‘uniform.’ Her copper blonde hair braided with her rune beads. Her eyes were bright, she was awake, alert, and ready to work, but she looked tired. She stepped through the door when Sair bid her enter. She looked around the office, smiling. She liked it. She’d worked with enough other counselors over the years to find small joys in how the counseling officers were so dynamically different, but always fundamentally the same.

Revna walked over to Sair and extended a traditional Kobliad greeting. This was done out of respect and a genuine desire to welcome the newest member of the crew, and a whole lot less about her position as a diplomatic officer. Though Revna had to admit she’d be required to act in such a way anyway. “Dr. Songz, it is a pleasure to meet you. Revna McKenzie.” Revna was obviously comfortable in the room, noticeably relaxing as she came in the door. There was a tension in her, but it wasn’t about the person or the space she found herself in.

Revna McKenzie


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