Posted Nov. 1, 2021, 3:58 p.m. by Lieutenant Siennadye Nox (Counselor) (Amber DeSadier)
Siennadye Nox paced in the Arboretum. She was at her favorite spot, a nice little alcove of cherry blossom trees and a comfortable wood bench. The soft loam gave cushion to her bare feet as she paced, shoes discarded beside the bench. On a clinical level, she recognized her nervousness and mildly asked her self in her mind why she had any reason to be nervous. Johann surely knew. But then she reminded herself There is a difference between guessing correctly and getting confirmation. She sighed deeply and tucked her long hair behind her ears in a nervous gesture before realizing it. With a grimace, she dropped her hands to her sides, pressing them hard into fists and then slowly letting them relax.
She could tell herself a thousand times that this conversation wouldn’t really matter at the end of the day. This Johann was not her husband so that life was at it had been since the day she had been trapped here, forbidden to her to live. But she had still lied to him for quite some time now and she knew that would make him feel some kind of way and likely not positive towards her. No one likes getting lied to. Even dressing in her favorite white off shoulder blouse and navy yoga pants which she always wore when she was feeling personally vulnerable, would not make her feel any more confident in this conversation. She hadn’t wanted to do this on duty or wear her uniform. This was personal. The fingers of her left hand toyed with her wedding band as she walked up to one of the blooming trees and lifted her right hand to bring the branch closer to smell its lovely perfume. Perhaps her favorite scent would calm her as her mind worked forever on the same problem it had since the day she was sent to the Europa.
She had had this conversation with Johann a thousand times in her mind. Sienna had no idea what to say or what he would say, but she had a million possibilities resting in her imagination. There was nothing she could do but wait. Why had she arrived so blasted early? Stupid nerves.
Nox, CNS
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