Lt. Commander Doz Finch - A Canvas of Siblings
Doz Finch
((Dirt Road to Sershia Market, Deluvia IV))
The blue wooden wagon bounced along, passing tall palm trees, berry bushes, butterflies and birds in a dance, on an occasional whirling gust of dirt and sand. Their destination was a hidden gem in the form of a colourful bustling market, further inland: Sershia Market.
The older human had thrown on a beige brimmed, shiraz-red hat, and a comfortable outfit to match, and was joined by Spelvan, one of their latest Vulcan doctors who had dressed himself in a what seemed to be a Hawaiian-style shirt, another thing that had left her wondering if all of his choices that day had been intentional.
Finch: It’s always good to make a little purchase to send back home to someone you love. Markets are just the thing for it. Though I suppose it depends on if you or your loved ones are sentimental — are they?
Spelvan raised an eyebrow, and Doz smiled in his direction knowing full well she’d set off his Vulcan cogs.
Spelvan: Vulcans are not a people known for being sentimental, ma'am.
Finch: I don’t know about that, Mister Spelvan. I’ve known more than a few over the years, and I tend to find that it just…shows up a little differently.
((Sershia Market, Deluvia IV))
The wagon finally pulled into the main entrance of the market, and the sounds, sights and smells of the place instantly hit her senses. Spelvan helped her down from the cart, back onto the warm soil and sand blend, and after thanking him turned to properly digest the entire scene, her eyes sparkling, her smile as wide as her hat.
Through a dangling sign that read “Sershia Market”, crowds filled her retinas, extending off into a labyrinth-like distance. Rows upon rows of stands and stalls were busy with visitors and merchants, some selling hand-crafted purses made from tree bark and palm fronds, others a variety of different alien vegetables and fruits. The latter seemed to make her Vulcan fellow shudder, and Doz had a feeling it had something to do with veHrom'nagh. So he had turned his attention to the horse, instead.
Spelvan: Would you like to feed it as well? Food is a proven way to earn an animal's trust.
Finch: You bet your cotton socks I would!
The Vulcan had sought permission from the wagon driver to feed the animal, and so the pair of them did, offering it leaves in thanks for a safe journey from point A to point B. Afterwards, the doctor seemed to speak a prayer that, if she had learned anything from Meru over the years, must have been his own personal way of expressing gratitude. It said a lot about Spelvan, that did, his apparent care and fondness for animals. Outside of a mission, she felt he’d get on very well with Samira, and she wondered if her friend had said anything to him about Ko yet.
Soon enough, the pair made their way inside the market — and oh how fantastic it was, merely minutes into it.
Spelvan: You asked before about sentimentality. My brother is what we call a V'tosh ka'tur - a Vulcan without logic. He would enjoy a painting like this.
Finch: V’tosh ka’tur. ::She repeated, looking at Spelvan curiously.:: A Vulcan without logic! Now there’s something you don’t hear everyday. I think I’d like to meet a Vulcan without logic.
They were now standing at a stall selling abstract art, canvases displaying strange and distorted shapes, colours splashed and sploshed together, some erratically, some contained within disordered lines. She rather liked it, but couldn’t picture a Vulcan finding anything about it fascinating, and the fact that Spelvan was standing there beside her staring at it, believing that his own brother would enjoy it, well…she wanted to know more.
Spelvan: Do you have anyone close to you who you are searching for a souvenir for?
Finch: An endless list of friends, and brothers, and their partners, and my nieces and nephews, and so on and so forth. ::She chuckled.:: There’s no particular plan here. If I see something that I think they’ll like, I’ll pick it up.
She was more than likely going to see her oldest brother Ernie and his wife Merilia sooner than any of the others, because the pair had decided to purchase a home on Palanon. The last she’d heard, they had put in a request with the Cordina Valley council to build a log home overlooking the Umara Fields, and by god she hoped it was going to be approved, because there was just something so utterly magical about that place.
Spelvan: Response
Finch: Now I know you didn’t come here to be interrogated by an older woman, but you’ve got to tell me more about this brother of yours. What’s his name?
She turned back to all of the vibrant canvases and reached over for one, exchanging a polite smile with the person selling them. This painting was of a purple, pointed bird on a yellow background, made out of four different blocks that didn’t quite line up, giving it a slightly disconnected look. The material felt rough between her fingers, which was saying something for an engineer, and so she peered over the counter to try to discern what sort of materials the painter had used — if of course he’d brought them with him.
Spelvan: Response
Finch: What a lovely name. Is he your only sibling or are you like me, and practically from a clutch?
Spelvan: Response