Ensign Jaran Jira - Green Thumb Meet Black Thumb

[Jira Jaran]

(( Cabin 6, Section 7, Deck 5, USS Artemis-A ))

Breys: I spent a good part of my life on Bajor! I studied herbalism there. I feel like I'm going to say that to everyone I meet. But anyway, that's why I was able to patch you up without making anything worse.

Jira had thought some of those techniques had seemed familiar, but many cultures converged on the same things independently so they hadn't thought about it overmuch. It all made sense now, though!

Jaran: I thought I picked up a bit of an accent from you, but it was hard to place. We'll have to share notes sometime when I'm not on the cusp of passing out.

Breys's posture straightened suddenly.

Breys: Oh! Your actual point, I'm sorry. Candles and incense should be fine. I've already requested an environmental regulator, but not for them. If it's alright I have a few plants I'd like to move into the room. I can keep them in the arboretum if not.

Jira smiled.

Jaran: I feel like I'd be a bad roommate if I put up a fuss about some plants when I just gave that speech. I probably killed a few too many plants in the monastery's arboretum to volunteer to help with yours, but I don't mind if they're here at all.

Breys: I do have something I think you'll enjoy though!

Breys theatrically moved to one side, revealing a small plant. No, not just a plant. A tiny tree, and Jira recognised it immediately.

Jaran: Timpok! Oh that's lovely. How long have you been tending it?

Breys: Response

Jira had fond memories of a grove of timpok trees near their home as a child. They spent hours climbing around them, sitting under them and reading, and generally enjoying their shade. They had specifically had their portable shrine to The Prophets made of timpok wood because of this connection.

Jaran: You know my shrine is actually made of timpok. Who knows? Maybe ::pause for yawn:: they're related.

Breys: Response

Jira felt bad that they were yawning and stretching while Breys spoke, but the day had finally caught up with them. Their eyes were already closing in spite of efforts to keep them open. They were glad to have met the Ornaran under less life-threatening circumstances this time, at least. But more conversation would have to wait for another day.

Jira stood and stretched and started walking to their bed.

Jaran: I am so sorry for being rude, but sleep is calling me. "Even the bones need to sleep." You know the saying, I'm sure. Have a pleasant evening. I'm sure we'll have many lovely conversations.

Breys: Response

Tag/End of scene for Ensign Jaran

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Ensign Jaran Jira

Medical Officer

USS Artemis-A

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