Posted by Lieutenant Casela Synthi-er (Counsellor / RTF) in Making an entrance - Anaya arrives

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Anaya (Assistant Counsellor) in Making an entrance - Anaya arrives
Anaya walked towards the Counselors office for her first meeting since coming aboard, moving with the ease and unconscious grace of a trained dancer, almost seeming to flow down the corridor, as if somehow petty physics like friction and gravity somehow applied less to her than to others.

Heads turned as she passed others by, both female and male crew members, a natural reaction to meeting a Deltan in most species and something she had gotten used to since leaving Delta IV for the Academy.

She nodded her thanks to a NE that stepped aside to allow her into the turbolift, causing the unfortunate gentleman to drop his PaDD. The doors closing behind her fortunately saving him from any further blushes.

She paused outside the office to check her uniform but the fit remained flawless, hugging tight to her long slim legs, even the somewhat utilitarian star fleet uniform somehow looking like couture on her toned frame. In truth, she usually preferred to work in civilian attire but until she knew the preference of the senior Counselor and Captain regarding this she would wear the uniform as protocol dictated.

She extended a finger, the cuticle and nail perfectly manicured and shaped, and pushed the door chime, stepping back to await an answer.

Lt JG Anaya - Asst Counselor

Casela was chest deep in paperwork that day. All in order to prep for her surgery the next day. She heard the chime. Right on time. A point in her favor. “Come in!” She signed off on the last file from Boroughs and put it aside for encryption later. She’d put in a request to ARU command, the head counselor there and hoped to hear back before she went on medical leave.
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The door opened, framing a tall, slim figure that seemed to be backlit by the corridor lights, almost creating a corona effect around her momentarily as she stepped into the office, the effect only enhanced by the smooth hairless scalp that along with the graceful, flowing movements marked the newcomer as a Deltan.

“My Greetings Sir” the voice that emanated from the figure matched the movements, almost a feline purr in its tone, ever so slightly deeper than one would perhaps expect, its warm, velvet, texture spoke of both an easy self confidence and in this case deference to a superior or at least respected equal.

“Lieutenant Junior Grade Anaya, reporting for duty.”

Lt Jg Anaya - Asst Councelor