Posted March 25, 2023, 8:57 a.m. by Captain Eela Dasca (Lt. Governor) (Lindsay B)
Posted by Civilian Karilan Massat (Owner, Quill and Parchment Books) in A Lot Of Clothes For Nothing To Wear
Posted by Captain Eela Dasca (Lt. Governor) in A Lot Of Clothes For Nothing To Wear
Posted by Civilian Karilan Massat (Owner, Quill and Parchment Books) in A Lot Of Clothes For Nothing To Wear
Posted by… suppressed (4) by the Post Ghost! 👻(snip)
Karilan grinned at her and slid down the sunglasses and straight-up posed. “I don’t know, Eela… is there a dress code?” and then they laughed clearly and loudly. “Of course! I would love to come. Tell me what I need to bring and I will be there,absolutely.”
Karilan
She laughed as well and reached out tapping the sunglasses. “What have I done?” she said, grinning. “The dress code is festive and whatever makes you happy and comfortable.”
“And you know, typically the host does all the cooking, and there are definitely dishes Caridee and I are going to make, but I’m really thinking I might have everyone bring a dish that is important to them in some way and we’ll do the whole thing potluck style. Seems a good adjustment to honour the varied people in my life.”
~Eela
“Done. And I know what I will make. It was Aunt’s favorite dish. You let me know when and I will be there.” They cocked their head slightly to the side and really looked at Eela for a long moment.
Their gaze held her in spot and she gave a curious lift of her brows.
“I’m really happy you are finally home, Eela.” and they smiled and then started sorting clothes.
Karilan
It had been easier to be breezing through the week, focusing on work and tackling her personal life in contained snippets as needed, but Eela knew that wasn’t sustainable. Her date with Dash was a professional appearance mixed with a personal evening and she would be navigating that in a truly public way. Still, Karilan’s words struck her deeply and Eela was suddenly overcome with emotion. It was a mix of relief and joy but also tinged with the sadness she was experiencing as she grieved the life that had come before that felt so mysterious and foreign to her now. “Me too,” she whispered. Two words that somehow encompassed an old fear that she never would find home, but that a mystic told her to seek. And here she was!
“I regularly blame my friend Roger for nominating me. The man is not known for impulsivity and yet it seemed like both an impulsive and frivolous action.” She smirked. “I should know better than to doubt the wisdom of someone who has known me for over thirty years.” Even saying that seemed a bit jarring given she’d known Cory even longer but Eela knew deep down that her ex had in many ways really never known the core of her. He saw only the surface things he liked and didn’t and had (as she was figuring out) tried to slowly erase the things that made him uncomfortable.
~Eela
“Blame? I want to thank him for sending you here.” they said as they folded a lilac paisley shirt and set it in the ‘keep’ pile. “Although I do envy him that he has had the privilege of knowing you so long.”
Karilan
Eela smiled. “I will admit that I wasn’t expecting to have such a long lasting friendship. A life in Starfleet can make that rather difficult, but I don’t know, Roger was always different. We only served together for four years, but we just carried on as if we weren’t all that far away, even if the reality was far different.”
Karilan nodded and said “I wish some of the people I served with and I had kept in touch. Good people, great minds.” and they paused and thought for a moment. “I wonder what they are up to…” and then they shook their head and returned to sorting.
Eela gazed at them and smiled. “You know, there’s no harm in tracking them down and sending a simple message. If they don’t respond, then nothing was lost, but you never know who might reply.”
She gestured to the pile. “Can I help at all, or do you have this?” Karilan had to do all the picking and deciding of the garments but she’d happily help fold or whatever.
~Eela
Karilan shoved a pile towards her and said “Keeping. If you could fold or hang, I would appreciate it.” As the set a particularly well-cut suit set on the ‘keeps side, they said “Are you nervous about your date?”
Karilan
It was simple question with a complicated answer. Eela retrieved some hangers and mulled over the question as she returned and gently hung the pants over the bar and slipped the jacket on the hanger, setting the set to the side to be hung in the closet. Karilan would probably need fewer rooms to store all the clothing as they honed in more on their style. “Yes, and no. I am at ease with Dash and we’ve talked since I returned home so we’re both on the same page and he understands what I’m navigating right now.” A beaming smiled slipped onto her face. “It’s more that wonderful anticipation. We’ve done the work to get to know each other a bit and now we just get to enjoy each other’s company. And he’s used to navigating the public eye so it makes this showcase easier to attend. I don’t have to explain how we might need to be in public, because we gets it.”
She grabbed a shirt from the pile and folded it with reverence. “But you know a part of me just wants to say screw it and not care what anyone thinks, even if tonight is this strange mix of personal and professional. I’m there because I love the arts, but I’m there as the Lieutenant Governor and that support matters for them.” Eela looked up at Karilan. “But… I think what I also need is to just be a woman on a date with a person who she really likes and who has demonstrated they care for her as well. He sent me a message, Karilan, the morning after Cory showed up, when I was at Tenkiller’s and the restraining order was all ready to go. I just had to sign it. But I was hesitating. And then I get this message from Dash saying he was going to pick up coffee- from your shop, of course- and walk to the Tower with me, but then he heard I wasn’t in the office. He said, but that’s okay because there will be other mornings. And I couldn’t help but smile. And that’s when I signed off on the retraining order, because here was a man who made me feel good about myself, and I was what, worried about a man who yet again left me such a wreck?” She shook her head. “It’s not always easy, but I’m choosing to feel good. I deserve that.”
~Eela
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