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Tenkiller's House- Tipping Point, Day 2

Posted March 16, 2023, 11:42 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander Sharah Fayth (Chief Star Fleet Medical Officer) (Jennifer Ward)

Posted by Major General Charles Tenkiller (Vice-Commander, Colonial Customs and Defense Agency) in Tenkiller’s House- Tipping Point, Day 2

Posted by Captain Eela Dasca (Lt. Governor) in Tenkiller’s House- Tipping Point, Day 2

Posted by Civilian Yavia Crockett (Nurse - Sacred Heart Hospital) in Tenkiller’s House- Tipping Point, Day 2
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“Well, I may know a guy who knows a guy.” he said and then chuckled. HE finished the last few bites and said “V… that was amazing. Thank you.” He stood up and began clearing plates. “We’ll leave clean up for the morning. Y’all go on out, get the fire turned on and the drinks ready. I’ll clear the table and be right out.”

Tenkiller

“Yes, agreed, it was a lovely meal,” Eela said, managing half her plate, which all told was an accomplishment. “So what sort of drinks does an impending visit from Gran call for anyway?”

“Daquris with more rum than ice.” Yavia laughed and took Sharah by the hand to collect a few things from the bar.

Eela grinned. “Sounds like fun,” she said.

She would definitely join them but there was something she needed to do first. “I’ll be out in a moment,” Eela saidlightly, before slipping into the den. The PaDD weighed down the light cotton tunic and her along with it. With a sigh Dasca pulled it out and brought up the vid, scrolling through the comments till she found her response.

She sat down on one of the couches and read the subsequent comments, and processed, and read some more. Oh there were emotions for sure, a strange mix of them and it was a bit overwhelming. There was surprise and gratitude for the kindness sent in her direction, and there was irritation at some of the trollish behaviour that she easily discarded as unworthy of her focus. But more than anything was the sprawling comments stemming from the one interaction between a commenter and the police. Her heart broke a little bit for them at the exact same time as she was glad they had help. And yes, Eela understood why people wanted her to see this at the same time as she understood that it might not make sense to them that this (right now) did not make her feel better. It made her indignant, even angry, that this was even necessary. The she, and others, were put in a position like this in the first place. As much as she well understood the various behaviours of people, there were some things that would never make sense to her, even if she understood where it came from. Such was the beautiful complexity of life.

Standing with a bit of stiffness, Eela returned the PaDD to her pocket and stepped out of the den, heading to join them on the patio.

~Eela

Sharah and Yavia were on the top level of the deck, the outdoor kitchen and bar. Yavia was pouring bright red icy goodness into a glass. She handed it to Sharah and then added rum to the remainder and poured 2 more glasses. “TK, what do you want me to pour you? Eela you want a daiquiri or something else?” She shooed Sharah down to the lower level where the fire pit was lit and warming the area from the evening chill.

Yavia

“I’ll take a daiquiri,” Eela said. She had certainly had more than her fill of whiskey earlier and something a bit ‘lighter’ and fun was probably a good idea. “You look like you know what you’re doing with these too. Makes me think of my old XO, Benji. The man knows his way around a cocktail. The stranger the ingredients, the better,” she said with a grin.

~Eela

A few minutes after the women were seated, the strum of guitar could be heard as Tenkiller tuned his favorite instrument. He came out and sat down, fiddled with the strings and tuning pegs, and then he said “Ok, here goes…” and he started to sing, his eyes closed as the strength of his words came pouring out of him.

I am the river that flows through my veins
I am the black crow, I’m wings of change
I am the rock that the rain couldn’t conquer
I’m above, I’m below, I am hell and high water

I’ve been the song carried in on the breeze
I’ve wept with willows and I’ve fell with the leaves
I am the badlands and the silence it holds
A warrior who walks but is never alone
and he looked briefly at Eela.

She met his gaze and gave a fond smile.

There’s a black and a white wolf in me
And I live and I die
By which one I feed
It’s a war old as time, this fighting inside
And I live and I die
By which one I feed

I am the hunted and I am the hunter
I am the feast and the famine, the hunger
I am the eagle screaming for peace
While the beasts on the inside sharpen their teeth

There’s a black and a white wolf in me
And I live and I die
By which one I feed
It’s a war old as time, this fighting inside
And I live and I die
By which one I feed

There’s a black and a white wolf in me
And I live and I die
By which one I feed
It’s a war old as time, this fighting inside
And I live and I die
By which one I feed

Which one I feed

I am the river that flows through my veins
I am the black crow, I’m wings of change

Tenkiller (with special thanks to Cody Jinks ‘The One I Feed’ - https://youtu.be/QImUh5V6ovU )

Music was an intrinsic part of being Haliian. It was much more than part of her culture, it moved through her, became a part of her. She listened to music to enhance, compliment or change her mood. It was a piece of who she was as much as it told her about other people. As he sang, she closed her eyes, her hand tapping out the beat on her thigh as her head and upper body moved with the rhythm. The words sank into her, rolling through her mind, and Eela listened to the message, understanding why he wanted to sing this song for her. It warmed her heart, overwhelmed her (in the best possible way) and stirred that determination that was slowly surfacing, appearing in tiny fragments.

As his played the last note, Eela opened her eyes- shining with happy tears-and smiled at him. “That was wonderful, Skip.” She lifted her glass. “To feeding the light,” she said in a toast.

~Eela

“And the black one when we need to.” he added and tapped his beer to her glass.

Tenkiller

“That too,” Eela said. That would be a more difficult path to understand and to balance. There was work to be done before she could embrace both sides fully but that was okay, she knew it was a part of the process.

The girls were quiet. Sharah’s head was on Yavia’s shoulder. Yavia had her arm around Sharah, playing with the ends of Sharah’s curls. TK meant the song for Eela but it resonated deeply with Sharah and her own internal doubts and conflicts. Yavia kissed the top of her head. Yavia saw a lot if TK in that sing and she smiled at him across the firelight. But despite all that any time he sang left Yavia enthralled. She loved his voice, it was magic.

They lifted their glasses too and drank. Yavia grinned. So many memories. She supposed she could say it was her Gran’s recipie, but really it was just extra rum.

Yavia

She was sipping her drink more judiciously than the whiskey earlier, but the daiquiri was rather lovely. Eela let the fire illuminate her skin and seep through as she sat there. “There’s not been enough music in my life these last years. It’s nice to be surrounded by it again,” she said with a warm smile. So many tiny pieces of who she was were scattered about and she was calling them back to herself one at a time, trying to see what still fit.

“Batarael is coming up soon. It’s the Haliian New Year. You three should come for come for the First Day. My daughter and I are doing a big traditional dinner that’s meant for family and friends,” Eela said, taking in Skip, Yavia and Sharah. “There’s no pressure either way, though.” No matter who showed up, Eela loved that she had people to invite in the first place. And that was a sign of just how much had changed since she had arrived.

~Eela

Charles strummed and picked the strings absent-mindedly and said “I’m down. What can we bring? Other than our sparkling personalities, that is.” and he chuckled. “But I think we’d all love ta meet your family. But that means when V’s Grandma, Sharah’s folks, and my family come… you’re obligated for dinners.”

Tenkiller

Sharah grinned, “Hey now, these visits won’t be happening until you actually call your family too.” She reached over and picked up her glass. It was good and Yavia had made it sans alcohol for her. “We would love to have you, Eela. They will be here for awhile, so don’t feel pressured to come if your schedule or yourself needs the space. There will be plenty of opportunities. We want your visits here to allow you to be you and not just the job.”

“Well I for one can’t wait to meet the baby. Babies love me!” Yavia chuckled and downed a good portion of her drink.

Sharah


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