[Backsim] Cigris Avoi - How to Be Exemplary!
Doz Finch
((Miaxdiso’s Penthouse, City of Idridi, Betazed))
Whilst his sister, Miaxdiso, distracted herself in her expansive wardrobe, refreshing and redressing after the long journey to Betazed, Cigris Avoi luxuriated in her main living room, playfully taunting her human friend Xandria Cain, whose adoration for his sibling amused him endlessly. He didn’t want to upset her too much, though—after all, she seemed honourable, which he sort of admired.
C. Avoi: Actually, I can see why my sister cares about you. Honestly. I mean it. Fighting bad people, being a protector. That's pretty honourable stuff.
Cain: Someone has to keep her out of trouble
Cigris smiled lopsidedly at that, picturing what it meant. Miaxdiso had always been a rather ambitious person, meticulously planning for a career in diplomacy or communications, and he knew she’d do it from her impressive ability to speak so many different languages at whim, alone.
C. Avoi: Diplomatic Officer. It’s a fancy title.
Cain: She’s really impressive, you know. She can talk her way out of anything, I think. And she handled the Borg and ex-Borg we found incredibly well. You should be proud of her.
C. Avoi: I am. ::His face relaxed.:: My sister the Borg slayer!
Cigris smiled then kneeled down to the lower half of the cabinet and pulled out a jam-coloured bottle of mayflower patterned design. The label, in Betazoid, talked of raspberry and blackcurrant flavours interweaved with vanilla, richly decadent undertones and bla bla bla. He side-eyed Xandria as he stood to his full height again, unscrewing the lid.
Cain: Honestly? I wouldn’t be surprised to find her running a station some day, bringing fashion and the Federation to the frontier. She’s…exemplary.
C. Avoi: And you? What do you see in your future, Xandria Cain?
Apart from marrying his sister and living happily ever after, of course.
Cigris precariously poured the liquid from a height into the glasses, dark eyes focused. Miaxdiso, despite her exhausting obsession with being miss perfect and on time and always on a schedule, probably could run a station one day—glittering in turquoise and with timetables on every wall.
Cain: Response
C. Avoi: You know, I think you should join me for a night on the town whilst you’re here. I’ll give you the full tour of the City of Idridi. Introduce you to my friends. Show you the place we call home.
It would send Miaxdiso into a panicked frenzy, of course, her friend deviating from course, but her peregrinations were definitely subpar compared to his own. She’d spent too long in space, fighting Borg, being all diplomatic, to know what the latest city hotspots were.
Cain: Response
As Cigris lifted his glass, a scent reached his nose, but not of the liquid inside of it. Instead, it was a floral and soapy silhouette, one that introduced Miaxdiso again, restored and revived with a new look. Now showered, and with vibrant Idridian make-up applied, she walked in wearing a high-shouldered and puffy frock of pleated pink design, decorated heels, and a bouffant wig like candy-floss, festooned with tiny red bows all over.
With a very satisfied squeak, Miax threw the voile shirt she’d promised Cigris in his direction, nearly causing him to spill his drink, and then clapped her hands together excitedly.
Avoi: There you are, Xandria! We must get you out of those dreary clothes and into something happier. Come, come!
Cain: Response
And in a tornado of fragrance and pink and red, Miaxdiso zoomed off, gesturing for Xandria to follow. Cigris, meanwhile, eyed the shirt in his hand with an exhale and swanned off to the terrace outside, to finish his drink with a view.
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