Lt Vylaa zh'Tisav: Incoming!
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Andrew B
Feb 25, 2026, 6:07:47 PM (18 hours ago) Feb 25
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((Prifddinas Mountains, Southern Hemisphere, Deluvia IV))
Vylaa had started the day with the intent to hike alone. Well, alone not counting Alorr. That intention had, pleasantly, changed when Tahna Meru had shown up on the glacier and Vylaa had invited her along.
zh’Tisav: Who knew a walk on the glacier would turn into spiritual confessions… ::She surveyed the path ahead.:: Never expected that today.
Tahna: Vedek Kare says the mountains bring you closer to the Celestial Temple, literally and metaphorically. ::Meru shrugged.:: But we’re on Deluvia, not Bajor, so maybe it’s the adrenaline.
zh’Tisav: Well, yours is a unique case. You know where your gods are. No crisis of faith there. For all I know, Uzaveh is on this glacier just the same as he is on Andoria.
Vylaa had sometimes wondered, as a child, what it would be like to just know where the gods were. To be able to hike to the top of a sacred mountain and question The Infinite on the meaning of life, or seek out a hidden keep to speak with The Four. She supposed it was still different; from the stories she’d heard, you had to have an orb encounter to speak to the Prophets, which seemed to the zhen more like telepathic communication.
Tahna: Did you ever find an opportunity to wear that leopard-print dress you got?
zh’Tisav: Hmm? Oh, that. No, not yet. It’s too fancy for anything informal, which seems to be all there is for me lately.
Tahna: Perhaps you can find something next time you see your partners.
The flags looped another rocky outcrop that somehow clung to life against the ices onslaught and the glaciers head came into view nestled between two peaks, suddenly very close.
zh’Tisav: Did your father enjoy the paints you got him?
Tahna: He did. I think he’s doing a series of works in the Musilla Province right now, though I haven’t seen any yet.
Vylaa had a sense from the inflection of the Bajoran’s voice that her father was protective of works in progress. She’d had enough of Sallia’s chisels thrown at her to know to just let artists be.
zh’Tisav: Sounds nice, although I have no idea where that is.
High overhead a bird screamed. Not an atlirith’s cry but familiar enough for the zhen to recognize a different sort of aerial predator. It circled overhead, it’s snowy feathers speckled with grey.
Tahna: I wonder if he’s watching your cat. ::She laughed, placing air quotes around her words.:: ‘What is that? It doesn’t belong here!’
zh’Tisav: Maybe, but I think he’s hunting something a little more tasty. See how he keeps his eyes on one spot while he circles?
Tahna: Response
zh’Tisav: It’s still deep winter lower down. This is probably the edge of his range, but he’s desper…
The hunter dove, neck stretched and wings folded flat. It shot down like an arrow, and just when Vylaa thought it might have misjudged it’s attack it’s wings folded out again, taloned feet stretched forward. Briefly the zhen caught a glimpse of a second, almost vestigial set of wings stretch out behind the main set before the bird touched down in a flurry of snow.
zh’Tisav: ...ate.
In an instant Alorr was off, bee-lining for the bird, floating over the snow on her big fur-lined paws. Vylaa was quickly on her heels.
zh’Tisav: Dammit, get back here!
Tahna: Response
Vylaa had started the day with the intent to hike alone. Well, alone not counting Alorr. That intention had, pleasantly, changed when Tahna Meru had shown up on the glacier and Vylaa had invited her along.
zh’Tisav: Who knew a walk on the glacier would turn into spiritual confessions… ::She surveyed the path ahead.:: Never expected that today.
Tahna: Vedek Kare says the mountains bring you closer to the Celestial Temple, literally and metaphorically. ::Meru shrugged.:: But we’re on Deluvia, not Bajor, so maybe it’s the adrenaline.
zh’Tisav: Well, yours is a unique case. You know where your gods are. No crisis of faith there. For all I know, Uzaveh is on this glacier just the same as he is on Andoria.
Vylaa had sometimes wondered, as a child, what it would be like to just know where the gods were. To be able to hike to the top of a sacred mountain and question The Infinite on the meaning of life, or seek out a hidden keep to speak with The Four. She supposed it was still different; from the stories she’d heard, you had to have an orb encounter to speak to the Prophets, which seemed to the zhen more like telepathic communication.
Tahna: Did you ever find an opportunity to wear that leopard-print dress you got?
zh’Tisav: Hmm? Oh, that. No, not yet. It’s too fancy for anything informal, which seems to be all there is for me lately.
Tahna: Perhaps you can find something next time you see your partners.
The flags looped another rocky outcrop that somehow clung to life against the ices onslaught and the glaciers head came into view nestled between two peaks, suddenly very close.
zh’Tisav: Did your father enjoy the paints you got him?
Tahna: He did. I think he’s doing a series of works in the Musilla Province right now, though I haven’t seen any yet.
Vylaa had a sense from the inflection of the Bajoran’s voice that her father was protective of works in progress. She’d had enough of Sallia’s chisels thrown at her to know to just let artists be.
zh’Tisav: Sounds nice, although I have no idea where that is.
High overhead a bird screamed. Not an atlirith’s cry but familiar enough for the zhen to recognize a different sort of aerial predator. It circled overhead, it’s snowy feathers speckled with grey.
Tahna: I wonder if he’s watching your cat. ::She laughed, placing air quotes around her words.:: ‘What is that? It doesn’t belong here!’
zh’Tisav: Maybe, but I think he’s hunting something a little more tasty. See how he keeps his eyes on one spot while he circles?
Tahna: Response
zh’Tisav: It’s still deep winter lower down. This is probably the edge of his range, but he’s desper…
The hunter dove, neck stretched and wings folded flat. It shot down like an arrow, and just when Vylaa thought it might have misjudged it’s attack it’s wings folded out again, taloned feet stretched forward. Briefly the zhen caught a glimpse of a second, almost vestigial set of wings stretch out behind the main set before the bird touched down in a flurry of snow.
zh’Tisav: ...ate.
In an instant Alorr was off, bee-lining for the bird, floating over the snow on her big fur-lined paws. Vylaa was quickly on her heels.
zh’Tisav: Dammit, get back here!
Tahna: Response
Lt Vylaa zh'Tisav
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USS Gorkon
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