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Bearing Gifts

Posted on Sat Apr 4th, 2020 @ 4:59pm by Lieutenant JG Willian Targaryen & Commander Nokomis Diza

Mission: Side Posts
Location: Will's Quarters

Nokomis stood outside Will's quarters with a small package in hand. On top of the package was a tiny potted plant with a baby start just big enough to see over the rim. She pressed the chime and waited, keenly aware that others might be watching her and wondering what she was up to. She tried to ignore the sensation. If anyone stared too long she could always snap at them to mind their own business.

The door to Willian's Quaters slid open revealing him standing, shirtless, on the other side. "Mis?" He fumbled looking for his shirt. "Sorry, I wasn't really expecting company."

"I should have called first. I just didn't have a lot to do at the moment and took advantage of that for a walk . . . to here to give you this." She briefly closed her eyes to give him time to put the rest of his clothes on since he seemed to be embarrassed.

"How very thoughtful," he said accepting the gift from her. He looked at the plant, "I love it." He placed it atop the glass dining table and stepped back to look at it. "I really do appreciate it. You're one of the few people to ever welcome me aboard a ship."

"Open the package too. I made it, don't worry it doesn't take long or anything and well I like to do it. It gives me an excuse to use up some of the material the clutters my quarters from time to time." Inside the package was a small throw, knitting in a neutral cream with a spattering of bright colors here and there, mostly blues and greens.

He smiled as he looked at the knitted throw, "This is amazing. I could never make something like this." He held it carefully, studying it carefully with a broad smile. "I love the color," he said as he walked over to the couch, carefully laying it on the couch. "You know you're really talented," he was trying to be friendly but realized he may be sounding creepy.

"Oh I don't think it takes that much talent," Mis laughed nervously. "It's just a skill that you learn. After a while you stop tying things in knots and a pattern emerges. Some might call it a miracle but it's really just practice." Mis had never been in his quarters before, she glanced around curious if he had added any personal touches but didn't want it to look like she was snooping.

"I may have to have you teach me sometime," he answered. "Nice to have something not only functional but decorative in my quarters for a change. Usually I leave things exactly as they were when I arrived aboard. Well except for a picture of my Mother and Sister. My Father and Brother don't make the cut."

"Funny, I'm always threatening to teach people. And what's the deal with your brother?" She asked, making herself comfortable on the couch without asking. She slipped off her shoes as if she belonged there and tucked up her feet under her.

He smirked, "My brother is the opposite me. While I shirk from my father's influence my brother embraces it. He's only a few years older than me and he's already XO aboard the Starship Pequod. I, meanwhile, am a Junior Lieutenant."

"Rank doesn't really matter all that much if you like doing your job, and you seem to like it." Mis said with a small shrug of her shoulder. "If I had really wanted to I could possibly be a Captain now or soon, but that's Logan's dream, not mine." She seemed to realize where she was suddenly and moved to get up. "Sorry, didn't mean to take so many liberties."

"Where are you going?" He asked seeing that she was getting ready to leave. "I hope my rehashing family drama isn't pushing you away..."

"No, not at all. I just thought maybe I shouldn't be taking up your sofa without asking." She shrugged. "I have my own family dramas, so I understand that part."

He looked at her for a moment, taking it all in. His brain analyzed ever word, every syllable carefully. It was a horror of his training and his birthright as a descendant of the El-Aurians. He answered her honestly, as honestly as he'd been with anyone recently, "You're always welcome here."

She blinked at him. But his expression was one of completely openness. It surprised her. "Thank you," She said softly and resumed her previous position. "Since you shared . . . do you want to hear about my family?"

He nodded, "I'd be honored to." The Lieutenant sat near to her, keeping his expression open. He didn't understand why he was so open with her. He liked it.

"I'm the eldest child," Nokomis said as she made herself comfortable again. "I have a younger brother who is . . . . perfect and always has been. In the eyes of my mother anyway. I met Logan when we were four years old and I spent a lot of time at his house growing up. My father is the Federation Ambassador to Krios so everyone in my family was expected to be on their best behavior at all times but all I really wanted to do was be outside playing. But at heart I think my father is a scientist, he always looked the other way when I went exploring and often stepped in to keep my mother from scolding me when I came home covered in leaves or grass."

Willian smiled picturing the young Nokomis running through a forest on Earth. "I bet it was fun getting to grow up with someone you got to become close with and encouragement to explore your own world." He wondered, "Did you get to return to Krios often?"

"No, I was born there but moved to Earth when I was three with my family, the year before my brother was born. And I've never been back. My father always made the trips by himself. I suppose I should go see it someday but I haven't." She shrugged. "I guess compared to your situation my family is pretty normal but there might be a little bit of resentment lingering . . . . in my case."

The Intelligence Officer sat a moment thinking about what she had said. "I got to visit Krios once while I lived with my father. I got to meet a bunch of politicians and their families. It got mundane all the events that the then Captain decided to drag me to while growing up."

"Hmm,"Nokomis said as she watched him. "I wish i could say I understood but he kept us away from all that, I suppose it's strange, but maybe he was just protecting us. Or he was ashamed . . . nah," she joked. "Being silly."

"Silliness is a virtue sometimes though. It keeps us living," he replied. "I'm sure your father loved and cared for you a great deal. I got to meet a couple Ambassadors. What's your father's name?"

"Jalmar Diza." She replied glancing at Will. She brought one knee up into her chest and hugged it as if comforted by the action. "We look somewhat alike, both blond haired and blue eyes, my mother and brother are darker."

Willian thought back to the day, using his eidetic memory to recall the day when he met the Ambassador from Krios. He paused a moment, recalling his companion. "You mother has a darker complexion?"

"Yes, darker eyes too. She would almost look Betazoid if not for her spots." Nokomis traced her own as if Will couldn't imagine what they might look like.

His training kicked in almost immediately, putting his body temperature, blood pressure, heart rate, everything into a more controllable norm. Inside he was screaming, outside nothing would ever look different. "She sounds like a lovely woman. I don't think I have ever met her."

"Oh yeah, a perfect angel. And it doesn't matter," she assured him. "I should go anyway, I didn't intend to take up your whole evening. Just stopped by to give you that and say hi." She felt like that was a really stupid explanation. Why did he make her calm in some situations and nervous in others?

He smiled in response as he held onto the knitted throw, "I do love it. Thank you again for it. You don't know how much I appreciate it." He was being genuine, he just felt guilty for what he was remembering.

"You're very welcome, I'm just glad you like it." She did something absolutely uncharacteristic and kissed him on the cheek before she came to her senses and realized what she'd done. Nokomis hurried out of his quarters to go chastise herself for letting her heart get involved with anyone again.

Willian smiled, but stared at the now closed door hoping he wasn't about to destroy her world.

Commander Nokomis Diza
Executive Officer, USS Orion

Lieutenant JG Willian Targaryen
Chief Intelligence Officer, USS Orion


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