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The Shopping - Dagen and Reia

Posted June 23, 2022, 2:23 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander Dagen Thor (CE) (Gene Gibbs)

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Reia Shandy (C Intelligence -Comm Officer) in The Shopping - Dagen and Reia

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Dagen Thor (CE) in The Shopping - Dagen and Reia
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“There’s a little parkway down a little further. I figure a nice stroll through that and some lovely shops on the other side. By then I will have regaled everyone and our wonderful husbands might even consent to carry shopping bags.” she said smiling at Dagen’s mother.

Right, the park! He had been thinking shops so had completely forgotten about the park. That would be nice. Lighting would be in day mode now and it would be humid with that moist, earthy smell. It was different from his trips back on Trill. There it was less moist and the trees had a different loamy smell, to make the distinction. Still, while different, it was pleasant. He wondered whether it was open in the evening when they’d dim the lighting to match the day cycle. That might make for a calming walk. He would have to suggest that to Reia later.

Dagen’s father replied, “I’m well practiced in this particular thing.”

Reia slipped her arm through Dagen’s and set a slow pace before picking up the conversation again.

“So do you remember the picture, in our quarters, just below the wedding picture, of me in dress uniform with several high ranking people and my very proud grandparents?” she asked Dagen’s parents.

“I do, yes, very stately,” his mother said. His dad gave Dagen a kind of ‘deer in the headlights’ look.

Reia could understand if they didn’t. They were there to see them in the flesh, not look at old pictures.

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“You looked simply dashing,” his mother continued. “Not something that one might say to a woman usually.” She elbowed her husband. “But uniforms seem to defy that description.”
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They entered the park way and the noise level seemed to drop to a quiet hush. Reia noticed the change in air temperature and breathed in some slightly familiar scents.

“Well that’s rather a tight shot because there were only about six people there. You see, not everybody knows what happened a few weeks before to have me earning that medal but, I guess, since we’re family…”

Dad reached out to brush his hands against some larger fronds in passing. “Mainly Earth plants,” he commented. “Can’t get over the color.” His attention moved back to Reia. He was breathing in the more humid air. The kids were ahead and he found his eyes moving over Reia. Her dress was certainly .. tight. Sliding in closer to his wife he slipped an arm around her waist. “You were involved in some daring do were you?” he asked. There was a tone of interest there.

“Now look, this is nothing like your spy holos that you follow,” Dagen’s mother chided.

“How do you know?” he said back. “We’ve not heard it yet.”

Reia was enjoying the moment. It seemed obvious to her that this was a story that would be told throughout Dagen’s side of the family in one way or another.

Topping a small rise in the path Reia stopped and pointed to a tree in the distance.

“Look, that’s a eucalyptus tree. It’s actually native to the part of Earth where I’m from. Why don’t we go have a sit under there and I’ll finish my story?”

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They halted and looked at it. It didn’t so much tower above them but was impressive and enticing. “Whoever makes up names for these?” his mother asked. Dad brushed his hand along the rough trunk. “It’s not that different from Trill with regard to names. Reia, you will have to show us some plants that can grow on Trill. Well, small ones now that we’re in a condominium.”

“Dad had quite the garden in the back growing up,” Dagen said. “I totally did not inherit that .. skill.”
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Reia turned and looked at her inlaws and husband.

“Well for plants I’ll have to consult my grandfather. He fancies himself a gentleman farmer so let me get back to you on that one.”

Pausing, she took a dramatic look around.

In the pause Reia could see her father in law pondering that expression, as if thinking of a farmer, say, on a powered farm implement, say, something like a tractor of old, while wearing a formal suit and tie.

“The man in the picture with me was Admiral, don’t know if I can say his name. We’ll call him Admiral M. About a month before that picture I was on assignment in his security detail. There was some high level negotiations between ourselves and two empires. Not Klingon, not Romulan. Still, htere was a lot of mistrust so security was of utmost importance.”

“Ah, so very hush hush,” her mother in law said.

Reia had always felt uncomfortable with the next part of this story but, it was actually what had made it possible in the first place.

“Being half Orion I have a heightened and somewhat broader sense of smell. Combined with a certain part of my Human genetics, a very small percentage are able to smell bitter almond. It’s an ancient human poison called cyanide. I was able to smell it in the admiral’s coffee where others couldn’t and that’s basically how I got my medal.”

“Sense of smell,” mom mused aloud with an emphasis on the word smell. She cast a glance at Dagen. “All the better reason for you, young man, to keep up on your hygiene.” She waved and looked at Reia. “He was impossible as a child and don’t get me going on when he was doing his sports. It’s enough to make a Vulcan simply pass out.”

Dad brought things back into focus, picking up on something, “That must have made the people point toward a Terran cause, else these people would have used something that was more familiar to them or something known in the broader galactic civilization.”

“Either way, dear, it was quite exceptional that she would have known about something that antiquated, and that speaks well to her education and attention to detail.” She patted Reia’s arm. “Well done, dear.”

There were a lot more details Reia could probably expound upon but, at the moment, she wanted to keep moving.

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