Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Leah Hart (Nurse Practitioner/Counseling) in Quarters: Leah Hart

Posted by Ensign Chandel (Science) in Quarters: Leah Hart

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Leah Hart (Nurse Practitioner/Counseling) in Quarters: Leah Hart
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“That sounds fascinating! I guess that the designs are up to one’s imagination to think them up.” Finishing her practice strand she picked it up carefully from the stand and held it up for Leah to see. “What do you think? Is it too simplistic?”

Ensign Chandel Sci

Leah studied it with a practiced eye and then gazed at Chandel a moment before looking at the necklace. “I think it depends on the person. Some people prefer simple and clean jewellery, but based on what I know so far and the beads you took, I would say can easily do something with more… oomph,” she said with a grin.

Pointing to the crimp encased beads. “What if you did two of each bead with a small drop between each set. It’s an extra construction step if you don’t choose something that slips on easily on its own, but it can look really nice. You can make the drops as long or short as you like too.”

~Leah Hart, NP

“Oh yes. And I forgot the tree medallion for the middle, though I wanted to save that for my final necklace. What does the drop look like? Is it like a tear drop? Do you have any in the jade and turquoise blue?”

Ensign Chandel Sci

“Ummm, hmmm,” she said, tapping the side of her index finger to her lower lip. “Not those exact colours, but I might have something complimentary that might work.”

Leah moved back to her cabinet and pulled out a wooden box, bringing it over to the coffee table. It was made of a dark wood and was intricately carved with a floral and leaf design around the edges that most definitely looked like it had been done by hand. Measuring about 25 centimetres long by fifteen centimetres wide and about the same high, it landed on the table with a small clunk.

Opening the lid, inside the black velvet lined box were small containers of all sizes, some round, some square or rectangular. Most were clear and had an array of stunning beads of all kinds. “Somewhere in here are a set of leaf drops that might work, but I can’t remember the exact shade of green and whether it will go or clash with your other beads. The other option would be to construct them using head pins and create long narrow beaded drops. Or a next level skill would be to freestyle the shape of the drop, but I don’t want to complicate things too soon if you’re uncertain.”

~Leah Hart, NP

“Ohh, I love the sound of the leaf drops, if you can find them!”

Ensign Chandel Sci

“Alright, let’s see if they are in here,” she said with a grin. Leah took a couple more sips of her wine, feeling those first threads of warmth building in her. Setting the glass to the side, she started pulling out clear container after clear container. She held each one up to glance at what was inside and then set it to the side on the table when it didn’t hold her quarry.

“I forget how many I actually have sometimes. It’s been awhile since I’ve pulled them all out. When I was transferred to the Sentinel I was just trying to make sure I had the things I needed. I more or less just tossed all my jewellery making supplies into a case. This is the first time I’ve got to really sit down and do any of this.”

~Leah Hart, NP

Chandel smiled, “Well good thing you offered to tutor me in jewelry making then!”

Ensign Chandel Sci

In a lower tray of small round clear containers, Leah spied the colour she remember. “¡Ajá! ” Leah said, pulling the container out from the treasure trove of beads. She held it out to Chandel. Inside were ten glass leaves with a looped stem that would allow them to hang from the cord. They were a darker green but would compliment the other colours quite nicely. “Go ahead and take what you think you will need.”

“Those, by the way, came from Jablonec, in Czechia on Earth. I went there for a weekend and I came home with far too many beads. I just couldn’t resist!” she said with a laugh.

~Leah Hart, NP

Chandel’s eyes lit with delight, and a soft gasp escaped her lips. “Ohhh! These are beautiful!” she breathed, her voice filled with awe. Accepting the small container reverently, she peered inside as though it held some ancient treasure. The delicate leaves shimmered faintly in the light, their surfaces catching subtle hues of green within. She hesitated for a moment—tempted to take them all—but finally chose just four or five, unwilling to appear greedy. Still, her mind raced with possibilities; they would look so exquisite woven between her beads, accenting the gleam of the tree medallion she had chosen as the centerpiece.

Setting the precious leaves aside, Chandel carefully untied the rough practice cord she had been using earlier. Then, from Leah’s bundle, she retrieved the fine cord meant for the final piece—smooth, supple, and perfectly measured. She laid it across her small work area, then began arranging her materials in meticulous order: beads first, then the tiny spacers, the polished crimps, the iridescent leaves, and finally the tree medallion itself. Each piece she positioned with deliberate precision, ensuring that when assembled, the design would flow like a natural vine.

Her brow furrowed slightly as she began threading the first beads, fingers moving with patient care. Every motion was steady, deliberate; the faint clink of glass and metal filled the quiet air. Several minutes passed in absorbed silence before she finally leaned back, exhaling softly. Reaching for her glass, she took a slow sip of wine, letting her gaze drift over her progress.

The necklace lay before her—only a third complete along one side—but already it hinted at something beautiful. The beads caught the light like dew on morning leaves, and the tree medallion gleamed faintly, promising the graceful balance that would come when the other side was finished. Chandel smiled, her eyes shining with quiet satisfaction as she imagined the finished piece resting against her skin, carrying with it the small miracle of shared creation.

Ensign Chandel Sci

Leah watched her work with a smile on her face. She not only was glad to be able to teach a new friend something, but she was sharing something she loved doing. It was not unlike that dance night in the gym when she got to show people her love of dancing, even if she didn’t compete any more.

Gathering her own supplies, she started to loop some wire around an indigo bead. “It can be such a meditative process. I started doing this after I became a nurse. I would have a hard shift and would make jewellery to decompress.”

~Leah Hart, NP

“I can see why!” Chandel said as she continued to create her necklace. She was enjoying the creative process of putting the colored beads into a pattern as she worked down one side. “I could imagine doing this in my quarters at night, with candlelight, wine and soft music in the background. It would be a great decompressor!”

Ensign Chandel Sci