Posted Dec. 30, 2018, 9:33 p.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Sathut (Counselor) (Riley W)
Posted by Lieutenant Ishtar Nhamashal (Chief Science Officer) in Pre-Sim: Psychological Eval
The mind, it fascinated her. Although, the unpredictable nature of emotions, and their devastating impact, had driven Ishtar away from ever choosing the path of psychological studies. She much rathered studying an animal, and the processes of their mind and body, rather than to deal with the incredible force of humanoid, sentient emotion.Perhaps it sounded wrong, but Ishtar had never been the best at interpretting emotion, especially living in a family which essentially confined them and completely washed them away. A faint smile came to her face, at the thought. Part of her wondered if they still remained that way, but thinking of Grandmother Kamala, was enough to know that those traditions would never die, so long as she lived– and everyone had made it quite clear that dhe would outlive them.
Stopping by the Counselor’s office, in hopes of finding him there, she pressed her hand against the chime, before allowing it to fall beside her. She didn’t mind on going on a bit of a goose chase to find the man, but she preferred to have the luck of catching him in his office.
Lt. Ishtar Nhamashal
CSO
The door opened with a shhk, revealing the counselor’s office behind. The decor of the office was strange, to say the least. Other than the nice, human-sized couch, everything looked like it had been manufactured for a child. The desk was half the height of a normal one, and even the computer looked small. There was a chair opposite to the couch that, strangely, was proportioned for a child but was tall, almost like a high chair. The counselor himself, well…
The man was a feline alien, no more than three feet in height when standing. He wore a sleeveless flowing grey robe, with gold, silver, and reddish embroidery covering it in intricate detail. Honestly he’d rather wear nothing in regards to cloth, but that didn’t seem to be approved of around here. On his ears were a selection of bright golden rings, some with small gems embedded in them. His wrists bore woven rope bracelets, the right arm wrapped from wrist to elbow in braided twine. His right leg, although not visible from where he was seated, bore an intricate silver brace, the metal woven in its own patterns.
The small alien stood and walked to the open door to greet his guest. “Greetings,” he said, his head dipping respectfully. His right palm rested on his chest, then extended out in a graceful motion towards the human. “May your hearts beat strongly, and your love grow wide,” he spoke as he performed the action, then pulled his hand back, folding his hands in front of himself.
When he did this, it would be shown to the CSO that on his hand he had three fingers and a thumb, as opposed to the regular four and a thumb. “Thank you for coming. Please, take a seat,” he spoke, gesturing to the comfortable looking couch, then moving over to his chair and gracefully leaping into it. He sat like a house cat, his hands folded beneath his chest.
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