PNPC Ensign Shivara: I'm so happy for you!
Isara Aleron
Shivara had been fixing her fur for nearly thirty minutes. And she still needed to put the finishing touches on her dress uniform skant. S’Rorr was also doing his hair, not that he needed any help to look sharp. His dress uniform put hers to shame. She had just gotten the final forelock of hair to fall properly when he turned to her to solicit her input.
S'Rorr: How do I look, Shivara? Presentable? ::Pinning combadge to chest::
oO Don’t say it. Don’t say it. You’ll only embarrass yourself. Oo
Shivara: You look…
oO Dashing. Handsome. Fabulous. No… just…say something! Oo
Shivara: You look great!
Her tail curled around her in embarrassment and she looked down shyly.
S'Rorr: You look great, too! Shall we beam over to S.B. 1?
She perked up at that and smiled.
Shivara: Thank you, Rory. And yes, let’s go.
She left the room with him and headed for the transporter room.
(( Assembly Bay/Observation Bay, Starbase One ))
She stood next to S’Rorr as they prepared for the ceremony. Captain Serala and Commander T’Ama were at the front, and the backdrop of the two ships was impressive. After a few moments, the ceremony began when Commander T’Ama stepped up to the podium and the lights around the audience dimmed.
((OOC: Going to skip the actual awards scene in favor of narrative since I’ve already simmed it from the Captains’ perspectives))
Shivara had been excited to get her few ribbons, and even more excited for S’Rorr when he’d gotten his. But his promotion was both exciting and concerning for her. She’d decided she would be happy for him now, but her mind was suddenly flooded with worry that they would no longer be roommates.
Shivara: Congratulations, Lieutenant! I am so happy for you.
S’Rorr: Response
Shivara: I guess I have to call you sir now. Sir.
S’Rorr: Response
Shivara: So, I guess this means you’ll be moving out when we transfer.
She couldn’t help herself. It was concerning her and she wasn’t going to be able to hide it.
S’Rorr: Response