Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2012 14:59:16 GMT -8
"It's also very roomy, that I like better too,"
"I still haven't been on a proper starship," Zakhara confessed. "The shuttle trip up to the station was the first time I'd ever left the planet." She shuddered a bit. "I can't imagine anyone travelling a far distance in something that small. I am to meet with some diplomats on the other side of the wormhole in a few weeks, and I must confess to being a bit scared of the prospect. The station is nice though. I love the view of Etimon, and it doesn't feel quite as light and easily destroyed as a shuttle."
"After you,"
"Thank you," she said, taking the seat that he'd offered her. She looked at him, wondering whether he would just want her to tell him what troubled her, or if he had focused questions. "Our culture must be fascinating to you," she decided to say. It was a good neutral topic, but related in some ways to her issues. "I must admit that the thought that when your loved ones die that their memories are just gone... it's somewhat frightening to me."
"We have a ritual," she said, knowing that he would be interested. "I won't go much into the details, but when an Etimonian is near death, someone near them will take their memories. And that person carries those memories with them for as long as they live. My husband died in an attack by the Mehtak. There were no survivors, so his memories were completely lost."
She hoped that gave him enough ground information to understand what truly had been lost. Her husband's death had been considered extremely tragic, and for a while, her grieving was socially acceptable. But the more time passed, the less people accepted her grief, and the more she had to hide it. She knew they expected her to settle down with another, but that seemed impossible to her.
Tag: Charles
"I still haven't been on a proper starship," Zakhara confessed. "The shuttle trip up to the station was the first time I'd ever left the planet." She shuddered a bit. "I can't imagine anyone travelling a far distance in something that small. I am to meet with some diplomats on the other side of the wormhole in a few weeks, and I must confess to being a bit scared of the prospect. The station is nice though. I love the view of Etimon, and it doesn't feel quite as light and easily destroyed as a shuttle."
"After you,"
"Thank you," she said, taking the seat that he'd offered her. She looked at him, wondering whether he would just want her to tell him what troubled her, or if he had focused questions. "Our culture must be fascinating to you," she decided to say. It was a good neutral topic, but related in some ways to her issues. "I must admit that the thought that when your loved ones die that their memories are just gone... it's somewhat frightening to me."
"We have a ritual," she said, knowing that he would be interested. "I won't go much into the details, but when an Etimonian is near death, someone near them will take their memories. And that person carries those memories with them for as long as they live. My husband died in an attack by the Mehtak. There were no survivors, so his memories were completely lost."
She hoped that gave him enough ground information to understand what truly had been lost. Her husband's death had been considered extremely tragic, and for a while, her grieving was socially acceptable. But the more time passed, the less people accepted her grief, and the more she had to hide it. She knew they expected her to settle down with another, but that seemed impossible to her.
Tag: Charles