Lt. Commander Ayiana Sevo - No Place Like Home, Part 1
Aaron Schimmel
(( Near Yorval Estate, Outskirts of Najana City, Trill ))
:: Ayiana had thought about transporting to Najana itself. It had been a long time since she’d seen her hometown. Najana was one of the largest cities on the planet. It was one of the premiere locations of Trill culture and history, as well as boasting a huge oceanport and spaceport. Najana was often compared to San Francisco of Earth, with numerous world-renowned museums, restaurants, and attractions. Unlike it’s human counterpart however, it rested on mostly flat land, nor was it the planetary capital. It also sat near the equator and, despite being by the ocean, was considerably warmer. This contributed greatly to Ayiana’s aversion to cold. ::
:: But ultimately, Ayiana decided to head for home first. She had transported to the transport kiosk in the Ti’alor suburb a few kilometers outside the heart of the city. “Suburb” was a relative term, as the area consisted of some of the oldest stately manors in Kural Province, if not the entire continent. The suburb rested on a hilltop bluff overlooking Najana. All the manors were several kilometers apart, with elegant and immaculately-maintained grounds. Ti’alor Avenue was nicknamed “Manor Row” for a reason. ::
:: The Yorval Estate was no different. It had been in her family for generations, stretching back to the age of aristocrats. Few Trill still supported such social institutions, but unfortunately, many self-proclaimed “aristocrats” had congregated here over the centuries. Ayiana was proud to say her family was one of the exceptions, maintaining - in her view - a much more “down-to-earth” outlook. ::
:: After walking the few kilometers from the transport kiosk to the gates of her home, she turned around and took a quick glance at Najana, several kilometers away, around the bend of the coast. Standing at her home, she could see the coastline bend in a half-moon curve, with Manor Row on one tip, and Najana far on the other; it’s magnificent spires rising high into the sky. ::
:: Ayiana opened the wrought-iron gates on the ancient driveway and started the long walk up the hill to the house. Along the way she examined the grounds; exquisitely landscaped, with greens and purples dominating the scenery. Ayiana’s family didn’t have servants, but simply hired an outside landscaping company to maintain the grounds. Except for the vegetable garden in the back of the house. That was her mother’s. No one messed with her mother’s garden. ::
:: The main path from the gates to the front door led up a hill. Laid in the hill were long, shallow stone steps, about a meter between each one. The manor was originally made from brick and mortar; it had naturally been upgraded over the centuries, but it still maintained it’s classic look. The entrance consisted of a covered stone porch, the wooden door framed with similar stonework. Wrought iron lights were mounted on either side of the porch. Stepping up to the door, Ayiana pressed the door chime. She could have easily just palmed herself in, she was no doubt still coded to the house’s security system, but thought it would be proper to announce her arrival. ::
:: Almost as soon as the doorbell rang, the unmistakable barking of Tamor, her parents’ pet mreker, came through the door. Along with Tamor’s barks, light footsteps walking on a hard floor could be heard steadily increasing in volume as they reached the door. She exhaled deeply, straightening the strap of the suitcase slung over her shoulder. She straightened out her uniform - which she had decided to wear to show off her red collar - just before the door opened. ::
Ayiana: Hi, Mom.
TBC
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Lt. Commander Ayiana Sevo
First Officer
U.S.S. Gorkon
Image Collective Co-Facilitator
Wiki Ops
Training Team
V239109AS0
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