Posted by Civilian Urg’tohn, Son of the House of Duroc (Klingon Warrior) in Progeny Pronouncements

Posted by Civilian Jal’na of House Duroc (Head of Physical Therapy - Sacred Heart Hospital) in Progeny Pronouncements
Jal’na had invited her parents to dinner after Urg left the hospital. She’d informed Kishet of the change. Not that anything special needed to be made, but they would be dining in private. Then Jal’na went about her day after the final meeting with Korczak and the Tenkillers. Though she was sure to inform Urg that they would be attending whatever dinner General Tenkiller had in mind the next night.

The additional guards that Urg found necessary were already in place by the time she left Korczak’s office. She felt like she was smothering. She couldn’t breathe without sharing the same air with one of them it felt like. She ordered them to leave. It left them in a conundrum because they were to consider her orders as Urg’s orders. But his orders were to not leave her alone no matter what she said. Either way, they would be in the poor graces of someone.

The additional security also meant an extra slider where ever she went. She decided to walk rather than take a convoy everywhere. That was until they all got out and walked with her. She left a dent in the slider as she got in. Only G’enx seemed amused by his Lady’s temper, but he was wise enough not to let it show.

By the time she returned to the embassy grounds, however, she was in a very foul mood. She was cursing anything and everything that happened to cross her mind or her path a few things were even left broken in her wake. They were used to seeing Lord Duroc angry and in a temper, but this was most unlike Lady Duroc and she was given ample space.

Jal’na, Lady Duroc

Urg’s comms chirped and Shiv’s voice came through. =/\=Incoming. The Lady Jal’na looks pissed.=/\= Urg sighed heavily, but was thankful he had pulled Shiv from the Kvaar’ton to keep a stealthy watch over his mate. He stood up and faced the door, bracing himself for the storm that was his pregnant wife. Pregnant… the thought made him smile, and then he literally braced himself for her arrival.

Urg, Lord Duroc

The door opened rather calmly. Jal’na, on the other hand, looked like some mythical avenging warrior who was facing the petaQ that murdered her mate with a dagger in the back. She looked magnificant, from her flashing eyes, to her clenched fists, to the yell the echoed through the room as she slammed the door hard enough to strain the hinges. “**I cannot work for all the people around me! I will NOT hide in here for duration like a vapid weak constitutioned human from the dark ages! And if G’enx smiled behind my back one more time I will rip the lips off his face.” Which no ine would believe. If G’enx was a child, Jal’na would have adopted him. He was a bright and curious young man with a stout heart. She treated him like a favored nephew.

She shoved one of the heavy chairs by the fire across the room hard enough to mo e the table a couple of inches.

Jal’na, Lady Duroc