Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2012 23:31:56 GMT -8
Emmarie's breath caught in her throat as she walked in to the palace. It was positively enormous, with wall carvings and paintings that went from floor to ceiling. As best as she could tell they were entirely handmade, which must have been quite difficult as the ceiling appeared to be a good 50 feet tall or higher in some places. Although there were many individual pieces, there was an overall motif of underwater scenery, including various forms of sea life. Looking down, she could see that the floor was a mosaic of tile that was designed to resemble the light of a star shining over the ocean at midday.
"Do not stop," one of the Salorri women admonished her. <<Do what we say unless you're told otherwise>>
She was lead past numerous Salorri women, who she expected would be surprised by her presence. But if anything, they acted like having strangers around was a commonplace experience. Once she was out of the main room of the palace, she found herself being lead through a veritable labyrinth of passages. She worried for a moment that she would not be able to find her way back out again if she was lost, and she kicked herself for taking off her Comm badge. Still, it had seemed like the right thing to do at the time, much like coming down to the planet in the first place was.
She was led to a small room off to one side, and handed a simple brown dress. "Put this on," the Salorri woman directed. Without hesitation, Emmarie had removed her Starfleet uniform, and put on the brown dress. While it seemed clean, and devoid of holes, it was simple in style, and made of rough cloth. It was also surprisingly short, although the warm climate, and proximity to water seemed to make the Salorri relatively lacking in modesty as well.
They tossed her a pair of simple sandals to wear as well, also a drab brown hue, and made of a material that reminded Emmarie of sisal. They certainly weren't comfortable, but she did not complain. Once she was changed, she was led into the kitchens. She was shown to an area where another female worked, this one of a species that Emmarie had never encountered before. "You will clean dishes. If you do well, you will cook food," the Salorri said.
It didn't seem odd to Emmarie that she was cleaning their dishes. Helping other species out was what the Federation did, wasn't it? As she began to scrub the first pot, she smiled over at the female alien. Her skin was a medium blue hue, and all of the skin that her dress showed was marked with swirls of a darker blue. Her hair was a shockingly bright shade of red that made Emmarie's seem dull in comparison. She was clad similarly to Emmarie, although her dress bore the wetness and staining of a day's work.
The Salorri stepped back, and Emmarie smiled as she handed the pot to the alien woman to rinse and dry. "Hello," she said.
"Eesa nei. Doonta mellay itay uwal!" She said, her tone low. Emmarie sighed. That was right, no Universal Translator. That was going to make this more boring then she expected. She picked up the pace a bit, hoping to finish her task more quickly.
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"Do not stop," one of the Salorri women admonished her. <<Do what we say unless you're told otherwise>>
She was lead past numerous Salorri women, who she expected would be surprised by her presence. But if anything, they acted like having strangers around was a commonplace experience. Once she was out of the main room of the palace, she found herself being lead through a veritable labyrinth of passages. She worried for a moment that she would not be able to find her way back out again if she was lost, and she kicked herself for taking off her Comm badge. Still, it had seemed like the right thing to do at the time, much like coming down to the planet in the first place was.
She was led to a small room off to one side, and handed a simple brown dress. "Put this on," the Salorri woman directed. Without hesitation, Emmarie had removed her Starfleet uniform, and put on the brown dress. While it seemed clean, and devoid of holes, it was simple in style, and made of rough cloth. It was also surprisingly short, although the warm climate, and proximity to water seemed to make the Salorri relatively lacking in modesty as well.
They tossed her a pair of simple sandals to wear as well, also a drab brown hue, and made of a material that reminded Emmarie of sisal. They certainly weren't comfortable, but she did not complain. Once she was changed, she was led into the kitchens. She was shown to an area where another female worked, this one of a species that Emmarie had never encountered before. "You will clean dishes. If you do well, you will cook food," the Salorri said.
It didn't seem odd to Emmarie that she was cleaning their dishes. Helping other species out was what the Federation did, wasn't it? As she began to scrub the first pot, she smiled over at the female alien. Her skin was a medium blue hue, and all of the skin that her dress showed was marked with swirls of a darker blue. Her hair was a shockingly bright shade of red that made Emmarie's seem dull in comparison. She was clad similarly to Emmarie, although her dress bore the wetness and staining of a day's work.
The Salorri stepped back, and Emmarie smiled as she handed the pot to the alien woman to rinse and dry. "Hello," she said.
"Eesa nei. Doonta mellay itay uwal!" She said, her tone low. Emmarie sighed. That was right, no Universal Translator. That was going to make this more boring then she expected. She picked up the pace a bit, hoping to finish her task more quickly.
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