Posted by Lieutenant Commander Sharah Fayth (Chief Star Fleet Medical Officer) in Making Visions Substantial

Posted by Major General Charles Tenkiller (Vice-Commander, Colonial Customs and Defense Agency) in Making Visions Substantial

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“You said you needed that. We provided.” Sharah laughed and moved off the bed and reached into the wardrobe and then handed them each a bottle of water. They weren’t cold, but they would do. “Wait…just wait here. You gave me an idea.” She hurried out of the room, sans clothes and they could hear her going up the stairs and in the kitchen.

Sharah

Charles grinned. “I hate ta see her leave… but I loooove to watch her go.”

Yavia laughed, “Yes we did and it was thoroughly satisfying.” She watched her go, curls and well other parts bouncing. “She’s gorgeous. But what is with the two of you runningbout of this room with no clothes?” Yavia laughed and opened her water and rank a good portion of it. “She’s really excited. What do you think she’s done?”

Yavia

TK grinned and kissed her. “I told ya when you moved in, the house is fully clothing-optional. Just ‘cause you haven’t fully embraced that concept is on you, love.” and he chuckled. “As to what that one’s cooked up? No idea.”

Tenkiller

The loves of Sharah’s life had about 15 minutes of uninterrupted time alone before Sharah called them. “Come in here.” Here being her room.

She was sitting on a blanket that she had spread on the floor. She was sitting turned toward the painting Charles had put in the room, but was watching the door. There was a tray on the blanket with sandwiches, cut veggies and fruit, drinks and other snack/picnic like items. When they entered she pushed a button to close the door behind them. She held her hands out to them, “Come here.”

Facing the painting, Charles would recognize quickly, every plant in the room was from Earth and matched those he had placed into the painting or would grow in the same areas. The lights were off, but the room had the same dappled sunlight as the painting. Sharah had added mirrors to the solar tubes to catch the light and bring it in all day. Potted trees, vines uo the four poster bed, planters were mounted in the walls, flowers trailing down, shrubs, wild flowers. The wall by the door held the painting he had given her from the art gallery and placed in wall planters around it was a variety of succulents, moss, and air plants. The entire room was now a living extension of his painting.

Sharah

Charles stood, unblinking and mouth open, as his artist’s eyes followed the edges of the painting out and around the room. He turned slowly, taking it all in, until his eyes fell on pot with a small shrub with dark, almost black leaves with small white flowers on it. He stopped and stared at it for a moment and then said, very softly, “This isn’t in the picture. Why did you choose it?” A wave of nostalgia, homesickness, and memory of a deep and abiding love for family long gone spilled out him… but it wasn’t negative. It was as if the plant evoked feelings that he enjoyed experiencing… even if some of it was loss.

Tenkiller