Posted by Captain Eela Dasca (Lt. Governor) in Tenkiller’s House- Tipping Point, Day 2

Posted by Major General Charles Tenkiller (Vice-Commander, Colonial Customs and Defense Agency) in Tenkiller’s House- Tipping Point, Day 2

Posted by Captain Eela Dasca (Lt. Governor) in Tenkiller’s House- Tipping Point, Day 2
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Charles sat in silence in the studio. He kept thinking about what Eela had said. It had hurt. And it brought back many of the feelings he had had when he left Star Fleet. Not being heard. Not being seen. His actions viewed through a filter that had no room for any other perspective than what the viewer wanted. Mind you, he knew she didn’t mean to hurt him. And he knew that she was talking out of fear and anger. And he knew, in a way, she was right.

Didn’t help him feel any better.

He took a breath and closed his eyes and started, very softly, to sing. It was a song in his tribe’s native tongue. It was about family, and trust, and helping when another is down. As he sang, he could start to feel the Oklahoma sun on his face, smell the trees and grass in the air… and as he reached the end he choked out the last few lines as the tears ran down his cheeks.

Tenkiller

Sharah went up the stairs and stopped in the kitchen, moving things off the stove and then took Yavia with her into the den and knocked softly on the door. ‘Charles? Can we come in?‘

Sharah

There was no answer. Not for a long time. Then the door opened slightly, as if it had been blown barely open by an unfelt gust of wind.

Charles ‘Skip’ Tenkiller was many things. Stubborn. Sarcastic. Tenacious with a problem. And an unstoppable force when he was defending those who needed it. One thing he was not, though… was stupid.

He knew both women could feel what he was feeling. He knew Sharah could hear his mind, even as he thought I just want to be alone. Is that too much to ask when they knocked. He also knew that they loved him and he loved them. He looked at the door, his eyes still shining but the tears had stopped and he just said “Hey.”

Tenkiller

They didn’t go in, just stood at the door and they each took on of his hands, creating that circle. Yavia spoke quietly. “We’re sorry, we know you had the door shut. We just wanted you to know you don’t have to be alone unless you want to be.” It was difficult because they felt how he was hurting and they did love him. And it was an unknown situation and they didn’t quite know what they should do, only that they wanted to do what would help.

Yavia

“I messed up.” he said after a moment.. “I made a mistake. And I took a bad situation and made it worse. I just need a while to sort that out, okay?” He squeezed their hands. “I’m okay, just want to get my mind right.” and then he turned and headed back into the studio, letting the door swing closed slowly behind him.

Tenkiller

The weight of the conversation with Roger and Caridee lingered but Eela took deep breaths to push it down a bit. Right now she needed to be more clear-headed and maybe to control her emotions a bit better so she could communicate properly with people. The risk right now was that she would alienate those wanting to help her and adding turmoil to the situation would not get anyone anywhere.

Moving back up the stairs to the kitchen, Eela did not go have a soak. Instead she made her way to the stove and went about straining the one decoction into a larger spray bottle. She also turned on the other pot so she could make the concentrate that she could drop into corners and along entry ways that would create e apeaceful perimeter.

~Eela

“I wasn’t sure what to do with them and I don’t read Hillian, so I just took them off the heat. I hope that didn’t mess them up.” Yavia’s voice came from behind her as she came out of the den. She moved past the kitchen, “You look like you could use a drink. Have a preference. We have it all.” She asked as she stepped behind the bar and set two crystal tumblers on the bar top.

Yavia

Eela breathed evenly as she focused on measuring out ingredients. “Whiskey of any kind will do and don’t hold back, thank you,” she said softly. “And the mixture is steeped well, so it’s just fine.” She crumbled the dried petals of a dark purple flower in her fingers and sprinkled it over the surface of the water, letting an old song rise to the surface in a hum. She wasn’t sure what to say just yet, though she knew she needed to apologize (especially to Charles). Eela also knew that if she didn’t find the right way to communicate properly, this wouldn’t work for any of them and so for the moment she hummed (her voice holding a rich undertone) and worked.

~Eela

Yavia dropped ice into her glass and then grabbed a bottle of Draylaxian whiskey from the shelf and poured full amounts for them both. She corked the bottle, but left it in the counter. She walked around the counter and set the glass next to Eela, but out of the way. She didn’t want to interrupt so she just stood out of the way but near enough if Eela wanted help, and sipped from her glass.

Yavia

Giving the mixture a stir, Eela moved over to the drink and knocked back a rather large amount of it, its smoothness hiding the heat as it slide down her throat. “Day drinking, just what the doctor ordered.”

Adding the last of the ingredients for the mixture, Eela’s mind was more open to things happening around her and the irony of the situation was not lost on her. Here was was feeling deeply ashamed for having caused anyone any pain and she could sense similarly intense feelings in the other room. This would not do. She turned to Yavia. “Can you keep an eye on this? Keep the heat very low and don’t let it simmer or boil, but a few bubbles are okay. Pull it off if it starts to do more and then put it back on after a minute or two. It’ll take a while to do its thing.” She looked to the den. “I need to do something right now,” she said, giving Yavia a rueful smile.

Moving off to the den, Eela gazed at Sharah. “I’ve got this,” she said softly.

Approaching the door, Eela rested her hand on the frame a moment before knocking. “It’s me. We can either tiptoe around each other the rest of the time, or we can talk it out. I vote for the latter.”

~Eela

There was silence for a long moment and then the door opened and Tenkiller stepped out and owed the door behind him. The brief seconds it was open showed it to be a studio of some kind, with canvasas and an easel with a half-finished abstract of some convoluted lines and shapes.

Clearly he was private about the space and she wouldn’t intrude but the bride glimpse she saw of the work in progress felt oddly familiar, though she couldn’t place exactly how.

He didn’t look at or speak to Eela. He walked past her, through the den, to the dining room and bar. He retrieved a bottle and a single glass, and then walked out the front door… but he left it open.

Tenkiller

Eela blew out a breath and understood. She gave Sharah a ‘wish me luck’ look and moved out of the den.

She stopped in the kitchen and knocked back another third of her glass and refilled it before following Charles out the door. Certain thoughts had come to a place that made sense for her. Regardless of how this conversation went she did actually know how she wanted to proceed with the video. It actually made the most sense out of any action she could do.

~Eela

Tenkiller was sitting on the middle of the three wide steps that led to the front door from the drive. The bottle sat, open, next to him and the glass was in his hand. He was looking out into the trees and was very, very still.

Tenkiller