Post by Deleted on Oct 2, 2018 18:09:08 GMT -8
Prior to her entering Starfleet Academy, a young Vulcan named T'Rai had sought a different path, one of emotionless logic. Today, she sat in the Talon's Sanctuary, a haven for anyone searching for peace, and she was conflicted. Weak, both mentally and physically, and having just hours ago been released from Sickbay, she concentrated on feeling absolutely nothing.
It wasn't working.
She had let the crew down in her weakness, had let her body fall into shock, a state any Vulcan could have easily overcome, and her comments in her delirium were sure to be making the rounds.
Realizing that she was no longer staring at blackness, that her eyes had opened once again due to wandering thoughts, she took in a deep breath and let it out.
Why had she asked him about tea?
Adjusting her cross-legged position on the floor, she placed her palms on her knees and inhaled the incense.
Not the one?
Nothingness was elusive and her dream kept coming back to her. His eyes, especially.
Irritation at herself only proved how unstable her mental processes had become, making it impossible to still her mind no matter how hard she tried.
She was failing.
From the folds of her robes, she pulled a small scroll and unrolled it to expose just the first lesson, one taught to children at an early age. Focus on an image. Let all else fade away.
His eyes looked back at her.
Putting away the scroll, she renewed her determination, picturing a stone instead. As her breathing evened out and slowed, she began to fall into mindless meditation.
Until she noticed the stone was the color of his eyes.
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It wasn't working.
She had let the crew down in her weakness, had let her body fall into shock, a state any Vulcan could have easily overcome, and her comments in her delirium were sure to be making the rounds.
Realizing that she was no longer staring at blackness, that her eyes had opened once again due to wandering thoughts, she took in a deep breath and let it out.
Why had she asked him about tea?
Adjusting her cross-legged position on the floor, she placed her palms on her knees and inhaled the incense.
Not the one?
Nothingness was elusive and her dream kept coming back to her. His eyes, especially.
Irritation at herself only proved how unstable her mental processes had become, making it impossible to still her mind no matter how hard she tried.
She was failing.
From the folds of her robes, she pulled a small scroll and unrolled it to expose just the first lesson, one taught to children at an early age. Focus on an image. Let all else fade away.
His eyes looked back at her.
Putting away the scroll, she renewed her determination, picturing a stone instead. As her breathing evened out and slowed, she began to fall into mindless meditation.
Until she noticed the stone was the color of his eyes.
Tag @any