Posted April 7, 2021, 6:16 a.m. by Lieutenant Commander T'Pria (Engineering Chief) (Sharon Miller)
Posted by Senior Chief Petty Officer Kohana Black Wolf (Helmsman) in Dinner with T’Pria
With the new ship and crew arriving, Kohana had almost forgotten his pre-arranged date with Lt. T’Pria. After their last mission they had agreed to get to know each other better and the helmsman was going to keep that promise. The Vulcan Chief engineer intrigued him as no other woman ever had. Beneath that stoic seriousness he had seen the edges of a sarcastic humor. He wondered what other secrets she was hiding beneath the logical stoicism.He rang the chime to her quarters and waited patiently for a reply. In his hand he held a small potted Kal’ta plant. Its deep violet leaves edged with iridescent blue, somehow made him think of T’Pria as soon as he had seen the plant in the ship’s arboretum. He wasn’t yet sure why, but it did. . . .
SCPO Black Wolf (Helm)
The door slid open, T’Pria standing serenely behind it and waiting patiently to usher her guest inside. She was dressed in a long, flowing dress the colour of twilight, held at her neck by a thin, silver band, her shoulders, arms and most of her back exposed. Raven-black hair was piled on top of her head, the precarious style held in place by what looked like an IDIC pin.
At the sight of her dinner guest, she offered a genuine smile, although composure returned almost instantly.
“Please, enter,” the woman stepped backwards to clear a path, indicating with outstretched hand for him to proceed to the centre of the room. Once inside, Black Wolf would be forgiven for thinking himself transported to a bedouin-style tent, thick rugs and tapestries covering every inch of the ceiling and walls.
“I find this conducive for my meditation,” T’Pria was quick to explain, lest he suspect her of furnishing her personal space for reasons so frivolous as personal taste. “Please, make yourself comfortable and I shall prepare some drinks.”
There were no chairs in the room, only a low table ringed with several large cushions, in the same style as her office on the engineering deck, but here of far more elaborate design.
“Do you have a preference or shall I surprise you?” she called over her shoulder, opened a wooden chest filled with several coloured bottles as she spoke.
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