Ensign Jaran Jira - Lore Drop
Jira Jaran
(( Hermitage, Northern Plains, Rylor ))
Munro: You should come to my quarters for dinner. I don't have a replicator. I built a fully functioning kitchen, along with dishes, cutlery and glassware :: grimaces :: A little pretentious? It is, isn't it :: shrugs :: I am my mother's daughter.
A dinner invitation from the commander for a fresh-cooked meal. Jira's stomach growled a little at the thought, but they didn't think she heard.
Jaran: That sounds lovely, Commander. I'd love to join you for dinner! Thank you so much for the invitation.
Munro smiled and put the dishes into the reclamator. She looked to Jira.
Munro: :: raises her hands :: Magic.
Jira just shook their head and smiled while chuckling lightly. Sometimes it was best to pick your battles, and this one would have to wait. They finished putting away the remainder of the pastries and went to join Munro in the sitting area.
Munro: Tell me, Jira. What drew you to become a Ranjen? From what I know that's not a small feat.
Jaran: You don't waste any time getting to the big questions do you?
Jira stood up and tried to arrange the small cushion into a more comfortable position, gave up, and sat back down in the simple chair.
Jaran: I was surrounded by clerics my whole life. My parents are very religious. They even took me to be blessed by the Emissary in my earliest years. When you're a child on a farm with no other children nearby to play with, you make friends with whomever is around. Since we were at shrines and temples so much, that tended to be whatever prylar or ranjen was assigned there at the time. And when your world is so small that the choices seem like farmer or cleric, you'll take the one that gets you something new.
Munro: Response
Jira gave up on the cushion entirely and took it off the chair, tossing it into the corner.
Jaran: Oh, that's certainly true. I regret absolutely nothing. I was meant for that life. And, as much as I bucked against it at first, choosing Starfleet was the right choice, too. I was on track to be a Vedek in my order, in a few years. And that would have made me miserable.
Munro: Response
The chair gave up on Jira and insisted on being the least comfortable furniture they had ever used, no matter what position they took. Jira stood and walked to the window.
Jaran: Being a Vedek comes with trying to find a balance between monasticism and always needing to be around people. The Vedek council. A prylar or ranjen constantly needing something from you. People seeking the wisdom of the Prophets. It never stops. But you're also expected to spend time in private prayer and growing your own faith. I don't know how anyone can manage both of those worlds.
Munro: Response
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