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Art Gallery: Klingon Appraisals

Posted Jan. 3, 2019, 9:55 p.m. by Civilian K'vorth, Son of the House of Duroc (Klingon Warrior) (David Shotton)

Posted by Civilian Halai Cosgrove (Head of Science and Terraforming) in Art Gallery: Klingon Appraisals

Posted by Civilian Halai Cosgrove (Head of Science and Terraforming) in Art Gallery: Klingon Appraisals

Posted by Civilian K’vorth, Son of the House of Duroc (Klingon Warrior) in Art Gallery: Klingon Appraisals
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A knowing look had settled deep in her gold-ringed eyes and she smiled with an almost delight. “No, not just you. If it were, we’d not be having this conversation, now would we?” she asked rhetorically. Halai leaned in slightly towards him with an almost conspiratorially demeanour. “But then again, you already knew that about me.”

K’vorths own grin in return was wide and obvious. “Guilty, as charged” he said and chuckled slightly. “A person that can make art like this” he indicated the birds and other sculptures, “or this” he said, and raised one hand and gently traced a finger in a half circle motion, top to bottom along her face and the markings there, although not touching her at all, “has a mind made for deeper thought and catching emotions, turning them into physical things. Even if you didn’t place the markings there, they are you.”

She simply smiled deeply, the action echoing into her gold-ringed eyes. There was no need for a direct response to her true statement, so she simply didn’t give one.

Resting her right arm on the ladder, Halai seemed contemplative. “So, my fellow art philosopher, what brings you into this gallery today? If you’re looking to purchase something, I can guarantee you’ll make the owner very happy, as well as whatever artist you so graciously support.” She looked over her shoulder deeper into the gallery where other works were on display. Hers just happened to draw specific attention, the least of which being because she was actively installing some of them.

~Halai Cosgrove

“Purchase something, No” he said to her, and as he did he looked at the pieces on display again, although this time his eyes were searching, not examining. “Aside from not having the funds to purchase something from you, I neither have the security of keeping it safe. My vessel is not something that abides the preservation of delicate objects.”

“There are forms of art that are more… sturdy than others. Textiles especially can be just as thought provoking, but require less protective measures,” she said in rebuttal. “Trust me, I was a Starfleet officer. I know all about sprucing up very utilitarian spaces without compromising the space itself.”

“My Brothers and I seek something. A relic, of ancient Klingon design that is said to exist only in myth. Although we believe, we know, it exists and can restore the House of Duroc to it’s rightful place in Klingon society. Our lord, the Klingon hero Kvaar’ton, had a dagger shaped from one of his horns, broken in battle. It is why our symbol shows one horn broken, it is the relic we need to prove that Kvaar’ton is more than myth, and deserves his place beside Kahless the Unforgettable. So, I came here to search the pieces on display. It seems this Gallery may not hold that which I seek, although I have found something I was not expecting.” K’vorth bowed his head slightly in acknowledgement of Halai.

K’vorth, Son of House Duroc

She grinned and bowed her head back. “Though I do love to collect unique pieces that catch my eye, but I can’t say that I’ve ever seen what you’re looking for. But this colony does tend to produce things you weren’t expecting. Qapla’! I hope you find what you are looking for on your journey,” she said intently, and for a moment she could almost feel her saying it to herself.

~Halai Cosgrove

Qapla! Hope, does not come into it” K’vorth replied humbly, and in his smile was an honest expression of belief in that statement. “My Brothers and I will find it, because that is our task and we will not allow ourselves to fail.” His gaze lingered on Halai a moment before he turned towards the door, and then he paused beside another piece he had missed as he had walked in and let his eyes follow the curve of that slightly. Like the curve of a face or a shoulder, it was a simple piece to the eye but as he looked at it he recognized the complex cuts and lines needed to make it flow the way it did, and he recognized the hand, mind and heart that had made it as similar to those he viewed just earlier but this one seemed deeper somehow.

With a quiet sigh and grunt to himself, K’vorth turned back to the woman and looked at her for a few long seconds before turning fully and walking back towards her. “I find myself unwilling to leave without something to, remember, you by” he told her, “and perhaps I do have some credits that I would be happy to part with. I seldom find a mind that is like yours on my travels, nor a hand that can craft things with true feeling etched into their surface.”

K’vorth came to a stop before her and looked into her eyes for a moment, then raised his eyes to indicate the room around them. “I would like your suggestion, on a suitable piece” he said to her and smiled as his hand motioned to various pieces. “Something sturdy as you say, but if I may ask, something that is you? I do not know your name, and do not tell me. I do not need to know it yet. The songs of memories sing of moments, minds and faces remembered with true heart, not names that can be given by others but with soul and what is in here” he thumped his chest with his hand.

“I should like a piece that sings to me of a mind and soul that I met here as I look upon it, or feel it between my fingers. Is that too much to ask?” His question was an honest one, he wished to have something to remember this woman by as he was certain she would have no interest in knowing much of a troubled Klingon on a quest, but at the same time he had felt a keen interest in the mind and scent of this woman who created objects infused with emotion and struggles he doubted many knew about. He had no desire however to deprive her of an item she may have deep ties to just for the sake of one lonely, questing Klingon.

K’vorth, Son of House Duroc


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