Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2016 18:38:36 GMT -8
The water lapped at her brown toes, the ridges on the top of her feet diverting the liquid back to the sand while Kinin felt herself sinking slightly with each back-and-forth action of the waves. She wondered how far she would sink and if it had ever swallowed a visitor. Were there bodies below her, their last gasp of breath that of the salty air that smelled like a salad she had left in the refrigeration unit too long before Tiria had found it and reprimanded her for ignoring her nutrition and wasting food? Kinin smiled slightly at the memory. They had been odd roommates, a Klingon and an Andorian, but both had experienced much personal growth from knowing the other.
Deciding she did not want to join the pile of buried remains, she moved her feet, one at a time, the sand making a sucking noise as she did so. Immediately, water flooded in, followed by more sand and, after a few minutes longer, her footprints were erased forever. A wave of melancholy hit her and she grunted in self incrimination and disapproval.
She was avoiding him.
He was somewhere on Risa, yet he had not contacted her, so she allowed the overly enthusiastic local to guide her in an appropriate activity. Guaranteed to buoy your spirits! Right. The woman had also chosen attire for Kinin and insisted on making sure it fit properly before letting her exit the small gift shop near the transport pad. The memory caused her to look down at her own body. Sunlight reflected off of the silver one-piece swimsuit and she plucked at the fabric, feeling its smoothness between her fingers. It felt odd, too thin for any sort of battle activity, and she was not so sure how much longer she was going to trust it remaining intact upon her body.
Everyone else was swimming, enjoying the water, but Kinin was reluctant. She had never entered water for fun. Academy instruction required some training, and she had used those skills on Salor, but that was the extent of her experience. Get in. There were many eyes upon her, but she ignored them. The swimsuit exposed her back, all the way down to just above what was decent for human sensibilities. Behind her, a man jogged past, naked. Different species had different levels of comfort, apparently. His stride faltered slightly when he saw her and he fell face first into the thick sand.
Turning, she saw the pinkish pile of flesh but was unsure of the protocol when confronted with the hind end of a Deltan. "Do you require help," she asked.
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Deciding she did not want to join the pile of buried remains, she moved her feet, one at a time, the sand making a sucking noise as she did so. Immediately, water flooded in, followed by more sand and, after a few minutes longer, her footprints were erased forever. A wave of melancholy hit her and she grunted in self incrimination and disapproval.
She was avoiding him.
He was somewhere on Risa, yet he had not contacted her, so she allowed the overly enthusiastic local to guide her in an appropriate activity. Guaranteed to buoy your spirits! Right. The woman had also chosen attire for Kinin and insisted on making sure it fit properly before letting her exit the small gift shop near the transport pad. The memory caused her to look down at her own body. Sunlight reflected off of the silver one-piece swimsuit and she plucked at the fabric, feeling its smoothness between her fingers. It felt odd, too thin for any sort of battle activity, and she was not so sure how much longer she was going to trust it remaining intact upon her body.
Everyone else was swimming, enjoying the water, but Kinin was reluctant. She had never entered water for fun. Academy instruction required some training, and she had used those skills on Salor, but that was the extent of her experience. Get in. There were many eyes upon her, but she ignored them. The swimsuit exposed her back, all the way down to just above what was decent for human sensibilities. Behind her, a man jogged past, naked. Different species had different levels of comfort, apparently. His stride faltered slightly when he saw her and he fell face first into the thick sand.
Turning, she saw the pinkish pile of flesh but was unsure of the protocol when confronted with the hind end of a Deltan. "Do you require help," she asked.
Tag @any