She watched T’Pris moving precisely about the food table. From what she had gleaned she had had Starfleet experience and that she was twice her age. She didn’t look it, but then Vulcans were long lived. Darklis envied her her experience. And beauty. Her own experience was limited both in career and in life. She was treading water here, or so she felt, but not swimming yet. Would she rise to the occasions? Her confidence suggested she would manage. That small voice in the night told her she was past her depth. Darklis was determined to silence that small voice; she had to. Shaking herself out of her reverie and staring at T’Pris her glance moved to the rest of the room and where she was now. Stay in the now, girl. Time will tell if you sink or swim, but that isn’t tonight. Tonight this was more her element. If she sunk in a social environment she was in trouble.
- Darklis

OOC: Broken thread .. do not post .. Gene