Lieutenant JG Amelia Semara - The Dream
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Max
Jul 30, 2025, 5:03:49 PM7/30/25
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(( Arboretum, Beta Module, DS33 ))
It had taken an embarrassing amount of time to finally set up some time with Ayemet, but finally, at last, the stars (and schedules) lined up to create the perfect opportunity. Amelia hadn’t forgotten her promise to have tea with Ayemet, or the offer to involve her in some of her lab findings, but nor had she forgotten her outburst in Sickbay.
She figured she could at least try to make up for tardiness by thoughtfully laying out the tea in a picnic-style spread in a quiet little corner of the space station’s arboretum under a tree blossoming with white petals. A few different snacks were pre-positioned, and the hot water was already warming.
Spying Ayemet, she waved and smiled brightly, beckoning her over.
Semara: Thanks for meetin’ me here like this. I appreciate your time.
A. Dewitt: Response
Amelia motioned to the classic blue-and-white plaid blanket, and sat cross-legged herself.
Silently - as was the custom - she worked through pouring the tea. Betazoid traditional tea was heavily steeped in water metaphors that stretched back thousands of years. Boiling the water symbolized purification, handling the kettle symbolized the care one must have for one’s emotions and the way one’s feelings flowed to another… Not even Amelia was aware of half of what the little motions meant, but she knew when to breathe, how to move through the small ritual, and she knew the way it made her aware of her own inner flow, and the flow of those around her.
When she was done, two mugs were thoughtfully arranged - one in front of Amelia, one in front of Ayemet. Amelia felt her thoughts wandering off with the steam and into the soft, indiscernible chatter of others who were meeting further away in other parts of the arboretum.
A. Dewitt: Response
Semara: Sorry… Prolly should’a prefaced that instead a’ droppin you in at the deep end… :: A chuckle. :: Ain’t like you can read my thoughts. :: Beat :: I had a dream after gettin’ dosed with Sencha. I saw a woman wearin’ The Golden Leaf of Semizad in her hair.
A. Dewitt: Response
Semara: Apparently visions are a common side-effect of Sencha exposure for telepaths. Weird, but I can’t figure what else it would be. :: beat :: Just, this one stuck with me… I remember when my mama gave it to me when I was sixteen. Whenever I have a girl a’ my own, I’ll give it to her when she’s sixteen… :: Her voice hushed :: Assumin’ I’m able.
A. Dewitt: Response
Semara: :: A nod :: I knew the risks when I joined… :: A sigh :: I’m not sure what it is that’s been botherin’ me, exactly. I’ve made hard decisions before… Like leavin’ home to explore, but lately it's like they taste different. I don’t know if that makes sense. :: Beat :: Or maybe it does? I don’t know. You said you started as a scientist - how did you choose counseling?
It had taken an embarrassing amount of time to finally set up some time with Ayemet, but finally, at last, the stars (and schedules) lined up to create the perfect opportunity. Amelia hadn’t forgotten her promise to have tea with Ayemet, or the offer to involve her in some of her lab findings, but nor had she forgotten her outburst in Sickbay.
She figured she could at least try to make up for tardiness by thoughtfully laying out the tea in a picnic-style spread in a quiet little corner of the space station’s arboretum under a tree blossoming with white petals. A few different snacks were pre-positioned, and the hot water was already warming.
Spying Ayemet, she waved and smiled brightly, beckoning her over.
Semara: Thanks for meetin’ me here like this. I appreciate your time.
A. Dewitt: Response
Amelia motioned to the classic blue-and-white plaid blanket, and sat cross-legged herself.
Silently - as was the custom - she worked through pouring the tea. Betazoid traditional tea was heavily steeped in water metaphors that stretched back thousands of years. Boiling the water symbolized purification, handling the kettle symbolized the care one must have for one’s emotions and the way one’s feelings flowed to another… Not even Amelia was aware of half of what the little motions meant, but she knew when to breathe, how to move through the small ritual, and she knew the way it made her aware of her own inner flow, and the flow of those around her.
When she was done, two mugs were thoughtfully arranged - one in front of Amelia, one in front of Ayemet. Amelia felt her thoughts wandering off with the steam and into the soft, indiscernible chatter of others who were meeting further away in other parts of the arboretum.
Semara: Have you and Connor talked about kids?
A. Dewitt: Response
Amelia looked up from the steam. Yes. Yes, that was a weird way to start the conversation for anyone other than a Betazoid.
Amelia reached up to her hair, and took the lovingly crafted pin out so she could hold it out for Ayemet to see.
Semara: Apparently visions are a common side-effect of Sencha exposure for telepaths. Weird, but I can’t figure what else it would be. :: beat :: Just, this one stuck with me… I remember when my mama gave it to me when I was sixteen. Whenever I have a girl a’ my own, I’ll give it to her when she’s sixteen… :: Her voice hushed :: Assumin’ I’m able.
Her voice was laden with tired implication. Assuming she was still alive. Assuming she wasn't too irradiated to have children by the time she'd met someone other than a genetic bondmate (an artifact of her conservative grandparent's influence) - one she couldn't stand and had no intention of ever marrying. Casualty reports had populated her mind with a thousand different ways she could end up as the last Semara.
The cold truth was she knew full well it was a possibility even before she'd joined Starfleet. It was something she'd come to terms with - or thought she had, at least. She understood the concept of sacrifice in the line of duty. Maybe it was a simple matter that reality was more bitter than theory. Or maybe it was something else. Like the way someone out there was intentionally driving science to its worst uses, and she would soon be trying to find out who.
A. Dewitt: Response
Tag / TBC...
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Lieutenant Junior Grade Amelia Magnolia Semara
Science Officer
USS Khitomer - NCC-62400
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