Lieutenant Vailani Zoyara - Impressions
Luxa Lorana
(( Sunset at Temtibi Lagoon - Risa ))
Vailani: :: stubborn :: No :: heaves in a breath :: Don't slow down for me :: determined :: I can keep up.
What she lacked in height, she made up for in determination. Zoyara kicked her much shorter legs furiously in order to keep up with Gila and Talos, who moved through the waters like giants who could make oceans bend to their will.
She liked it even less when it was apparent that Gila was pretending to observe something on the ocean floor and oh-so-sure-of-himself Dakora slowed his padding a little.
Dakora: Just a little further! ::He called back over his shoulder.:: You’ll make it.
This only made her more determined.
Vailani: I don’t need encouragement from you!
With one breath she dunked under the water, and kicked with both legs and placed her arms to the side as she glided forward, closing the gap. Then emerged from the water as she neared land.
She followed the others on to the small area where they had left their cocktail glasses, and Dakora’s colourful shirt.
Dakora: So, other than squeezing a little science in with your fun here, how has your shoreleave been? ::He raised an eyebrow.:: I hope you’re taking my advice seriously.
Sadar: It’s, uhh... It’s not been bad? I’ve managed to get a fair bit of work done- ::realizes:: a-and, o-of course, I-I’ve taken, eh, measures to ensure I get an appropriate level of rest and relaxation as well, Sir!
Zoyara smiled, Gila’s ability to turn rest and relaxation into work was an enviable skill. Yet, she did worry that sometimes Gila put too much on herself. Hadn’t that been what had drawn them into a friendship? A mutual desire to lose themselves into a task. Zoyara had learnt from her time on the Ronin that that approach wasn’t always the best. She found herself wondering more and more about Gila’s elusive past. She had always thought that her friend would open up to her over time but lately it felt like there was this dark shadow on Gila. Was that why she was determined to work herself to the bone?
As Dakora made a show of putting his shirt back on - leaving it unbuttoned no less. Zoyara couldn’t resist an eye roll in Gila’s direction. She pulled her hair to the side and began to twist the moisture from it before she twisted it into a neat knot.
Dakora: Good. It’s important. ::He cocked his head.:: How’s the workload on sickbay been, anyway?
Sadar: Thus far, the crew has been... Behaving? Beyond some hangover medication, I’ve not been alerted as to anything more serious. ::suddenly suspicious: Why?
Zoyara smiled as she used a towel to dry off her legs. Prophets forbid that Gila miss out on any work.
Dakora: Oh, nothing. Just asking. ::He clapped his hands together.:: Now, how about those Horg’ahns!?
Zoyara, just about done with Dakora’s constant interrogation and eager to find out more about these mysterious Horg’ahns decided to chime in before Gila changed her mind.
Vailani: Yes please :: to Dakora :: Don’t get any ideas - keep your horg’ahn to yourself.
Zoyara did feel slightly guilty that she had judged the Betazoid so harshly. Then again, he was half-drunk and half-naked so her assessment of the man seemed proportionate to her experience. She was just glad that he wasn’t the Artemis first officer anymore, now that would have been something else.
Sadar: Response
Tags/End Scene for Vailani
((OOC: This was so much fun, thanks guys!!))
