LT Tamio K'Wara - Picking Favorites

[LtCmdr Tamio K'Wara]

(( Corfyri Public Park - City One, Rylor ))

((( OOC: As this scene takes place before the promotion ceremony, I’m leaving Tamio’s rank at Lieutenant for the remainder of this scene :D )))

Art came in many forms. Some, like Tamio, gave art physical shape, remade reality in the way that their mind perceived it. Others, like the artists that had submitted their pieces to the nomadic gallery currently visiting the Corfyri Park, tried to take something incorporeal - the notion of first love, or loneliness - and work it into a physical receptacle that the audience could interact with.

The exhibit that Tamio and D’tin were currently engaging with were long lines of artistically rendered flowers in glass vases, but while they were beautiful, that wasn’t what made them special. Instead, the uniqueness of emotions and sensations captured in the scent surrounding the flowers were the true art piece.

The two officers were still stuck at the very first flower they had approached, as they tried to work out what sensation this particular sense evoked within them.

Breys: Exactly! I couldn’t think of it, but it smells like a big test.

Tamio agreed with a small grin.

K’Wara: I used to be an instructor at the Academy before I got posted here. I still conduct exams every now and then, though I don’t teach classes anymore. ::leads D’tin to the next vase and sniffs:: Ah... This is a much sweeter scent.

Breys: That’s interesting. Hopefully I’m not putting my foot in my mouth, but I can’t imagine you as an instructor, you don’t feel strict enough. ::she leans in to smell the flowers:: I don’t know what this one smells like, do you have any ideas?

Tamio let the comment about their ‘not seeming like an instructor’ fade away into the air. It was a very fair observation - especially if all your instructors belonged to the old school “I know best, get in line probie” kind of instructors - which was not Tamio at all.

Taking a deep breath, Tamio smiled.

K’Wara: I have some ideas. ::smiles:: Like your heart skipping a beat, and your mouth running dry. Tunnel vision.

It was clear as day that the Ensign was very confused by that.

Breys: ::She sniffs again:: Maybe? What exactly does it remind you of, is it a specific story? Or a place?

D’tin had placed Tamio in a bit of a bind, and they watched her with thoughtful felinoid eyes as they tried to determine which story to tell her.

K’Wara: Many. A crowded room where you catch a scent, or the sound of a voice, and suddenly, all you can think of is to find the source of it. Or when you enter a room and your eyes search for one specific person, and your heart falls if you don’t find them. It’s ::searches for the words:: the anticipation of connection.

Which was a very pretentious way of saying ‘attraction’, but it would also be fair to say that it was more than that. Usually, this very feeling was what told Tamio that they’d found a new muse to make an artwork of.

Breys: I think you might be right, it doesn’t remind me of anything though.

K’Wara: It’s a sensation some people are more prone to than others. ::smirk:: Romantics are particularly vulnerable.

Breys: Are there any other exhibits you’d like to see? I’m enjoying the show.

Tamio chuckled.

K’Wara: I’ll be here a couple of hours yet, D’tin, I’ll have plenty of time to peruse the artworks. ::looks around:: Though, perhaps we give our noses a bit of a break and go look at the concrete arena instead? If my ears aren’t betraying me, it sounds like there’s some musical installations over there.

Tamio started leading D’tin away from the floral displays, watching the concrete area as they approached. Though, calling it ‘concrete’ would no longer be appropriate. All the previously grey and blocky structures were now malleable and colorful, like liquid color suspended in the air as invisible hands molded them freely, and Tamio felt the lilt of music in the air as they saw the colorful material move in tandem.

Musical sculpting?

Breys: Response

K’Wara: Asking me to pick favorites, D’tin? How cold. ::chuckles:: Kidding aside, if I had to choose, I’d say I probably prefer visual art. When there’s no information but what you see with your eyes, your imagination takes over and you usually end up finding a meaning more personal to yourself.

Breys: Response

K’Wara: For instance... Let’s take the color blue? Depending on who you are, if you just see a large canvas colored blue, your opinion and interpretation of the artpiece will be heavily influenced by your attachment to the color. For you blueshirts, ::winks:: it may be a proud color, evocative of professional duty and your chosen vocation. For others, it may be a melancholic color, sad and gloomy. Others again will think of freedom and the open skies. And none of those answers will be right or wrong.

Breys: Response

TAG/TBC

LT Tamio K’Wara

Chief of Ops

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