Ensign Jaran Jira - To Quote A Great Earth Author
Jira Jaran
(( Hermitage, Northern Plains, Rylor ))
Jaran: ::extending their hand toward her ear:: Would you mind, Commander?
Ava repositioned herself, and nodded her head.
Munro: Yes.
Jira grasped the commander's ear firmly. It was an intimate gesture, but one that Jira had long since ceased to be self-conscious of. Rank and station just became unimportant when listening to someone's pagh.
Jaran: Your pagh is strong. It carries your decisiveness, but also your fear.
Jira let go of Ava's ear and settled back into a relaxed posture.
Munro: My pagh sure does have a lot to say for itself :: smiles kindly :: Sorry, doctor, I tell dumb jokes when I'm nervous. And this conversation makes me nervous.
Jaran: And why would this make you nervous? Are you so afraid of knowing your own soul?
Munro: I believe in science. I think, after everything there is a scientific answer to everything, even if we can't always understand it.
Jira chuckled a little at this. Familiar ground. This is usually where the ones on the edge brought up "wormhole aliens" and all the other buzzwords that felt more "rational" than outdated terms like gods and Prophets and the spirit. The difference was only whether they felt they would one day understand it or not, and this was just another form of belief. But saying that out loud was usually a surefire way to end a conversation.
Jaran: And if you could understand it? Magic doesn't stop being magic just because we know how it works.
Munro: Response
Jira was silent for a while. Some questions shouldn't be answered right away. Or at all.
Jaran: Well, look at the dent we've made in these pastries. And my coffee is getting cold. Would you mind helping me tidy up?
Jira picked up the tray of crumbs and the remnants of some baked goods, stood up, and started walking back toward the cabin without looking back at Munro.
Munro: Response
Jaran: ::over their shoulder:: Oh, and don't worry. We aren't done yet. But tidiness first.
Munro: Response
Tags/TBC