[JP] Jacin Catyr & Ava Dewitt - Prelude Part 1
Emma Banin
((OOC apologies for sending the wrong part!!))
IJP Ava Dewitt and Jacin Catyr - Prelude (Part I)
((Dewitt Residence and Restaurant ‘Christine’, a few hours before wedding reception))
Jacin Catyr stepped from the shuttle onto the emerald green grass. This was her first trip to Earth, and the journey from Bajor to it had been a long and tiresome one. The idea of having her atoms scattered across the galaxy right at the last step was not an appealing one so her daughter had pulled some strings ( an odd expression Catyr though; why would pulling on string help? And organised shuttle to pick her up from Space Dock and deliver her safely to the homestead of Connor Dewitt.
Her daughter... Catyr smiled. A short while ago she never would have thought that this day would be possible. The tension between her and Ayemet had lasted Ayemet’s childhood and young adulthood and it wasn’t until this human she was so infatuated with had intervened that their relationship began to become a healthier one. Then she was taken from her and Catyr had written her off for dead. Not completely. Never completely. There was that small torturous spark of hope that one day she would return to them somehow, no matter what logic and Starfleet told her.
Then she had. The Prophets had blessed her with a miracle and her daughter was alive. After everything they had been through, the pain, the loss, the hate, the guilt, she wasn’t about to not see her daughter marry the man she described as her ‘anchor’.
She looked up at the bright blue sky. This Earth place was stunning, not unlike Bajor in some aspects, and if this was where Connor and Ayemet had wanted to get married she could see why. She walked towards the homestead, hoping that this was the correct place and that the Shuttle pilot had known where he was going.
And within the homestead, Connor’s mother Ava held a photo in her hands, it showed a young woman with a charming smile. It had been taken under the treehouse next to the creek. Christine had been sitting on a lounge chair reading a book. The photo had been taken by Connor about 2 years before she had passed.
As her left thumb gently stroked over the picture frame, her right hand brushed away a tear. She put the picture back on the shelves in the guest room of the restaurant. It was a difficult time of the year. Those weeks around the date of Christine’s death were always challenging for the mother of two. The shadow of mortality clouded Ava’s mind. She cried for the loss of her daughter and for the fear of what she might lose next. It was a fear she had passed to Connor. Ava knew that. She was not proud of it, but she felt helpless against the fact.
Ava cleared her throat and turned around. Today was a very special day. She did not know if Connor had chosen this date on purpose to inject a little life and joy in this dreadful time or if the date was chosen by his commanding officer. In any way, Ava was more than thankful that he had returned to Earth for the wedding. Despite all the preparations, her son had managed to spend a lot of time on his ship and had sent two of his friends to prepare most of the wedding.
The woman, Talia, was a no-nonsense maid of honor with a sharp and dry sense of humor that might sometimes bordered on the mischievous. Ava liked her. Beneath the layers of sarcasm, it was clear she genuinely cared about this wedding - and really, how could Ava not sympathize with that?
And then, there was the man - Connor’s so-called best friend, a claim that gave his mother pause. In the short time she had observed him, he seemed the complete opposite of her son in nearly every way. Where Talia wielded sarcasm like a finely honed weapon, he balanced it out with an endearing, almost painful awkwardness.
As the two were preparing something outside in the garden, Ava’s attention turned to the restaurant’s door opening. A Bajoran woman entered the room looking a little lost as if she would not belong. Ava’s face immediately put on the most generous smile she could find.
Ava: Misses Jacin! I am so glad we finally meet! Welcome to Christine’s!
Catyr: Thank you. Mrs Dewitt? It’s a lovely place you have here.
Ava: Thank you, it’s a pleasure to greet you.
Ava still smiled and walked towards her new arrival to engulf her in a hug. This home was welcoming and that new Bajoran would be part of their family soon.
Catyr: Oh you’re a hugger? That’s err nice. Thank you for allowing me to stay here and of course for hosting Ayemet and Connor’s special day. It is generous of you.
Ava: Oh, of course. We’re a family sooner or later, aren’t we?
Catyr rummaged through her bag and produced an ornate wooden box carved with ancient Bajoran text. Holding it out to Ava she spoke.
Catyr: A blessing from the Prophets for your generosity.
Ava took the wooden box. It was created with extraordinary craftsmanship. It was beautiful. Her hand gently stroked the wood feeling every notch and groove.
Ava: Thank you… It’s beautiful. I hope you did not go to great expense for this. My husband will appreciate the woodwork.
Catyr gave a dismissive shake of the head, a smile in her face as she felt pride in the reaction of Mrs Dewitt.
Cartyr: Oh don’t worry about that. An old family friend carved it for me, and it’s the least I could do. Now how can I help?
TBC
Jacin Cartyr
Ayemet’s Mum
As simmed by
Lieutenant Jacin Ayemet
Ship Counselor
USS Khitomer
NCC 62400
A239810JA2Q
AND
Ava Dewitt
Connor’s Mum
as simmed by
LtCmdr Connor Dewitt
Chief Engineer & Second Officer
USS Khitomer
A239901CD3