Posted by Civilian Urg’tohn, Son of the House of Duroc (Klingon Warrior) in New Growth Isnt Limited To The Plant Kingdom

Posted by Lieutenant Sharah Fayth (Chief Star Fleet Medical Officer) in New Growth Isnt Limited To The Plant Kingdom

Posted by Civilian Jal’na Sherko of House Noggra (Head of Physical Therapy - Sacred Heart Hospital) in New Growth Isnt Limited To The Plant Kingdom
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Jal’na was curious. The young Seja Khesse and Neela Vens were doing exceptionally well. Their PT was mild until they were released from the ICU which should be any day now. Then they, like all the others, would come to hate Jal’na. She grinned broadly at the prospect.

But she was curious about the man, Lord Duroc, that watched over them. He had not been back in the days since, but he had made quite the impression. On her and the other staff. Except for Shrine. She shrugged and went on about her business as if he didn’t exist. That woman was a force, and the woman found humor in the strangest things.

Jal’na had decided that she wanted to know more. She had even written home to inquire. Simply saying she had encountered members of House Duroc and she was curious to know if there was any conflict she should be aware of. She was told there was no conflict and to comport herself with honor. Not much to go on. So she decided to go find out. Apparently the House of Duroc embassy had impressive gardens open to the public. It had been many years since she had seen any sign of her homeworld.

She knew just the person to take with her, too - Doctor Fayth. She loved plants.

Sharah was always eager to see new plant life, but the invitation from Jal’na was surprising, until it wasn’t. The woman wanted to see Lord Duroc. Sharah just raised a brow. “I’m not sure I should Jal’na.” There was issues with fleet personnel and the House of Duroc. Jal’na insisted, and she would be her guest. Sharah was absolutely certain Jal’na didn’t have the authority to ensure such a thing. But Sharah couldn’t resist the chance to at least get a peek at the gardens.

“Tell me Dr Fayth, what you think of Yavia’s choices? Is she worthy of such a warrior?”

Jal’na

It was a strange afternoon that she was not with Yavia or Charles. How quickly they had become so integral to her life. Sharah grinned, “Are you still determined to claim him for yourself?” Sharah shrugged, “Who am I to say if she is or not? The Major General is an honorable man and they compliment each other well. If he is happy and has made his choice, it is not for us to pass judgement.”

Jal’na made a non-comittle sound in her throat. No perhaps not, though she was never serious. She had great respect and love for Yavia. They had all become family, like their own House, in the apartment building. And Tenkiller was a proud Warrior, and one, from her point of view, had earned the right to wear that pride.

Shatah chuckled softly. Poor Jal’na…what was that earth saying? Bitten by the love bug? Or some such nonsense.

Sharah was in jeans and a soft cotton shirt, and light weight shoes. She hated to be in uniform when she was off duty, and today was no different. When they got to the gate she approached the guard. Deciding it was better to be up front rather than cause another incident, she introduced herself. “My name is Sharah Fayth. I am the Star Fleet chief medical officer. I heard that House Duroc has a magnificent garden and wondered if it was open for me to visit?” Sharah could have lied, she was out of uniform and her combadge was in her pocket. She hoped at the very least it would earn her a clipped dismissal from the proximity of the embassy.

Sharah

The guard, a Tellerite male, spoke in Klingon to his communicator. He then said “Welcome, Lieutenant. The grounds are open to the public, a gift from House Duroc to the people of Oed V. You are most welcome.” He eyed Jal’na and said “Name and House.”

Sharah inclined her head politely, “My thanks.”

Jal’na spoke with pride, but lacking the arrogance of falseness. “Jal’na Sherko of House Noggra.”

After she replied, he inclined his head. “Welcome Jal’na Sherko of House Noggra.” He then stepped back and gestured them through the gates.

House Duroc

She saluted the man respectfully and followed Sharah through the gate and along the path that guided visitors around the gardens.

“No perhaps it is not for us to judge but she is Deltan.”

“Yes she is, but you should know that is not Yavia. No more than all Ferengi’s are mo ey hungry, or Cairn co fuse their words. She has made no influence over him. In fact I would say she goes out of her way not to.”

“I know this, but does he? I know him to be a truly honorable man, but we both know Dr Fayth that the mind is capable of convincing itself of its own reality. An injured man can be convinced he will never walk again, even though his limbs are healthy, and they will go to rot because the brain is convinced they don’t work. Yavia would be devastated if his just infatuation over her species. I have never seen her look at a male or female like that. I have known her since she arrived.” She glanced around watching the people coming and going.

Jal’na

Sharah chuckled. She had to stop herself from calling him Charles. “Tenkiller is hardly an injured man who can’t face his trauma. And he cares for her quite deeply. Perhaps she has never looked at someone like that because he is the only one to make her feel comfortable enough to do so?”

She paused at the first truly alien flower bed and knelt down to get a closer look..she was exceptionally careful to not disturb the soil or plants, but to simply examine them visually.

Sharah

“You are wise to keep your fingers away.” said a voice like a raging thunder-clap off in the distant. “That one is carnivorous… and *aggressive.”

Lord Duroc reached past the doctors and put a gauntleted hand about six inches away from the flower. Suddenly, it shot towards the hand and the petals clamped down on the armored hand. Urg looked back and smiled. “Most Klingon flora is not what one would send a bouquet of to a potential lover.”

Urg, Lord Duroc

Sharah stayed where she was for long moments, studying the response and the behavior, as well as the physical details. She resisted the urge to listen and discover if it enjoyed this game or was frustrated. She stood returning his smile. “I had heard that. It wouldn’t be the first time a plant has tried to eat me, though.” Sharah had quite a bit of experience with extremely aggressive carnivorous plants. She was always cautious.

Sharah