Posted by Captain Eela Dasca (Lt. Governor) in Calm (Markets) Before the Potential Storm

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Sharah Fayth (Chief Star Fleet Medical Officer) in Calm (Markets) Before the Potential Storm

Posted by Captain Eela Dasca (Lt. Governor) in Calm (Markets) Before the Potential Storm
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“Highly doubtful. There is a reason I don’t cook.” Sharah moved around the booth looking at several of the pieces. She unfolded and looked at about 10 before she settled on 4 of the quilts and paid for them.

The woman smiled at Eela, “We teach you how not to do that. Though it will happen. It’s like a rite of passage. We start simple. We hold it at Rabbitus Memorial. You can sign up through the centers information page.”

Sharah

Delight touched her eyes and Eela nodded. “You know, I’m always willing to try something new. I’ll see if it can work with my schedule. Thank you,” she said enthusiastically. ” Her schedule was always a dominating factor in her life and there was little she could do to change that. Could she fit in a regularly scheduled class? Most likely, but it meant possible juggling or opting out of something else.

“We look forward to having you.” She finished tying the quilts and putting them in a large cloth bag and handed them to Sharah.

As they continued on, Eela smiled. “Those are lovely quilts. Do you have a plan for them?”

~Eela

Sharah nodded, “I have four godchildren. I haven’t sent them anything in awhile. They are finally settling in at their new home. They struggled a lot after the Viking. I think they will like these.”

Sharah

“That sounds lovely. Small things of comfort,” Eela said. “I’ve heard of godparents before but I admit I don’t know much about it. How does it work?” It wasn’t a term that they had on Halii, and Cory’s family didn’t practice it, so while she thought she might have a thought about what it was, she didn’t want to assume.

~Eela

Sharah shrugged with a laugh. “I really am not sure. It is an unfamiliar relationship term. I understand it to be like…an adopted aunt with the added responsibility of caring for them if something happens to their father. But they have their grandparents now. Vedi and his dad, Tabris made this for me.” Sharah pushed up her sleeve. There was a wide leather cuff, embossed with several symbols around a small circular stasis bubble with a sprouted seed preserved inside. “I miss them. But it’s been a good move for them. They need it. I am not surprised Tabris took such a long LOA. I knew he would when the adoptions went through.”

Sharah

“The cuff is lovely,” she observed. “And however you refer to them, extended family that you chose can be so very special and important.”

“So he adopted all four children?” Eela had struggled to raise two children and pursue her career. She applauded those that were able to take on more, though she knew there were different sacrifices that were sometimes required, no matter how or where you parented.

~Eela

Sharah nodded with a indulgent smile. “Tabris is El-Aurian. He has lived many centuries, but the only thing he always wanted was a family. But after watching his spouses and lived ones die he decided to give up. Then he found out there was an El-Aurian boy, Neltus, in an orphanage. So he decided to look into adopting him. At the same orphanage there was a set of 3 siblings. 2 boys and a girl. 2 Cardassians and a Bajoran.”

Sharah paused and looked at Eela, “Oh yes, as impossible as it sounds. Vedi, the oldest boy refused to let them be separated. Even though he and Mecona looked different from Julin they were family. And they claimed Neltus as well. Tabris couldn’t bear to separate them, so he petitioned the courts to adopt all four. They are all amazing. I was there when they arrived. It was right around the Human holiday of Christmas. Their shuttle pilot was dressed up as Santa.”

Sharah

Dasca beamed. “I love that so much. But oof, that’s a lot of work. Four children!” she said with a laugh. “I know many who had large families, but my brain struggles to work through how to manage all that. I’m glad he has you to support him though. That’s where that chosen family is vital, if not for the day to day parenting, then just the emotional support for the parents and children.”

“It is, but Tabris…he has a huge beautiful heart. He loves each of them deeply, for themselves. They are wonderful children. Tabris recently found his parents. He had thought they died centuries ago, and they him.” Wasn’t that wild? Sharah could say, at least in that one thing she had actually made a beautiful difference to the people who mattered to her. There was a intense swirl of bittersweet joy, crushing relief, and soul weary sadness that leaked out from her before she managed to control it. “Tabris took them back to Earth. His parents have an estate in Ireland, and they are all there together now.

They came across another stall and Eela eyed some of the produce that was all grown on Oed, even though the vegetables and fruit originated from all over the quadrants. She picked up a large, round, dark purple root vegetable, that looked like a cross between a beet and carrot. “Good day,” she said warmly to an Andorian man and Barzan female. “Does this have juice or pigmentation in the interior, or is it all in the peel?”

“Oh! Well, there is some juice but not a lot and the flesh turns white when you cook it. Most of the colour is in the peel,” the man said.

Eela smiled at Sharah, a gleam appearing in her eyes. “You know, I’ve been pondering over an idea, and I think you might be able to help me. I’m wanting to take up watercolours again, but I don’t have the mental patience for the kinds of paintings I used to do. So I’m going to try something else, and I was thinking it would be interesting to make my own pigments from things from Oed. Seen anything else today that would make for a rich enough colour I can use?”

~Eela

“Hmmm…I have never made pigments, though I know the basics.” She scanned the stalls. “Beets make a wonderful color. Oh! The man Jal’na buys her yarn from. He dyes his own wool. He would know.” She pointed across the market. “That’s his stall over there.”

Sharah