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Cosgrove Villa- Post Dinner

Posted Jan. 20, 2019, 10:59 p.m. by Civilian Astrid Rousseau (Head of the Judicial System) (Amber DeSadier)

Posted by Civilian Halai Cosgrove (Head of Science and Terraforming) in Cosgrove Villa- Post Dinner

Posted by Civilian Astrid Rousseau (Head of the Judicial System) in Cosgrove Villa- Post Dinner

Posted by Civilian Halai Cosgrove (Head of Science and Terraforming) in Cosgrove Villa- Post Dinner

(snips)

Halai smiled warmly. “Thank you. It was a nice project when I first arrived, though I spent awhile waiting for some personal items to arrive from Earth and Tyrellia. I lucked out that there were so many natural elements used in the construction. It made the decision to take the place nearly instant,” she said with a laugh.

“Come with me,” I’ll show you the bedrooms and my other spaces and then we can come out to see the living area better. The back terraced gardens are my pride and joy.” Halai set her own food down and turned right to move towards the long hallway that was adjacent to the living room they were in now.

Smiling, she followed Halai with an expectant air. Her bright blue eyes wandered this way and that, taking in how the home had been decorated and what touches Halai had made to the house.

There were two doorways visible on the left and on immediately on the right. Halai gestured to the one on the right. “That’s my guest room, but it’s been my sister’s since she first came to the colony.” Halai didn’t go in and noted the evenness of her voice that made it evident that it was not a good place for her to be in. Instead she turned and opened the first door on the left. “This… is my studio.”

Inside the bright square room, it was sparely furnished with only a small table, a swivelling stool and an adjustable desk lamp. The walls were white and there were no curtains that might inhibit the light present. On the ceiling though, swaths of colourful sheer fabrics were draped along the surface, provide some sound absorption and warmth. On the adjacent wall to the door was a tall tool cabinet. In the opposite corner though was probably the more dramatic item in the room: a massive piece of black stone that glittered as light caught it. It was taller than both women and easily as wide and undoubtedly weighed a great deal. There was also a notable chunk missing out of the top corner.

“This is where I do my laser carving. Really, the room should just be as plain as I can make it because even with the incredible ventilation system I have and my incessant cleaning, dust seems to get everywhere. As it is, I have to have the fabric taken down regularly for cleaning. But I can’t stand just a white room,” Halai said with a frown.

~Halai Cosgrove

She said nothing about the sister, not wishing to pry. They were just now becoming friends and she did not wish to tread where she was not wanted. Maybe in time she and Halai would become close enough for such a confidence, but Astrid was not one to push in this manner. Instead, she turned her attention to the next room, the studio. “I can understand that, though my home has quite a bit of white in it, it is warmed by the pale wood used to accent walls and areas of the home. The draping cloth is actually a really genius idea.”

Cosgrove grinned. “What thank you,” she said graciously.

She stepped up to look at the massive piece of stone. She was mesmerized by the glittering particles on its surface and wondered what it was made of. Or perhaps more importantly, what it was going to become. “I did not know you sculpted. How marvelously talented you are,”

Astrid Rousseau

“The stone is called nuummite,” Halai said almost reverently. “It’s enchanting, isn’t it?” she said as she too approached. Reaching out, Halai rested the tips of her fingers on the cool stone, though there was a tentativeness in the gesture. That small touch soaked up the hardness of the rock, and yet there was a warmth and softness under the surface that she could sense. She doubted anyone else would, though it was not impossible. Some would say she simply imagined it, but the corresponding flare of her korsiolo was so internally bright that she had to force herself to take a breath, though it came more sharply than she intended or wanted. Yes, Yes, I get it. You’re waiting. I’ll get there. Be patient! she scolded that insistent inner voice that she knew was no so easily explained even to people who were more open to the concept.

Halai turned her head to gaze at Astrid. “My mother taught me how to carve, though her artistic endeavours led her towards more pottery snd clay sculpting, rather than laser carving. When I showed some talent with it, she sent me to our Master Carver in our village to learn some of the things she wouldn’t be able to teach me. I had to stop after she died, because I had to leave Tyrellia, but I practiced with my training lasers when I could. My family has over the years gifted me with professional ones and when I lived back on Tyrellia for awhile I went back to the Master and officially became an apprentice. I even had an exhibition last year,” she said with a smile that slipped past the sombreness of her tone. “And one day it will be my duty and honour to be the Master and teach other apprentices what I know.” She saw her life as a never-ending strong of beginnings and endings that were all linked deeply through the truth she had always known: that her gifts, all of them, were meant to be shared.

~Halai Cosgrove

She smiled. “Training for legal matters is such a… dry process. People attend specific schools and get taught by others except instead of a single master, teaching a few apprentices at a time, it is a much larger ratio of teachers to students until you get into specific branches of the Law. There is much that can be said for teaching on a more one to one ratio but art is a much different beast than Law. Much of what you do is by touch, feel, emotion. Much of what I do is finding boundaries and trying to rehabilitate others through what programs are available at the time.”

“You were lucky to have such a wonderful mother who made sure you had the benefit of a master. I find I envy you that.”

Astrid ROusseau.


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