Lt. T'Alia Dohna - drift away
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Don K
Apr 13, 2026, 12:07:42 PMApr 13
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(( Harmony Shores Collaborative Resort, Lolagi IV))
There was truly nothing quite as wonderous as a beach at dawn. The air was cool, but sweet with the small of salt and vegetation. The sand had lost its biting heat from the day before and now cooled and caressed the soles of the feet. The sloshing of waves mixed with the rush of wind which relaxed the mind and caused it to think back to the primordial sea of its origin. Gray and angulating the mass of water reminded T'Alia of the interconnection of all things and how that one critical molecule was central to life throughout the galaxy.
T'Alia and Xira began to walk into the gathering space were denizens from all over the federation were standing, kneeling or laying as their traditions or personal preferences dictated. The horizon was a warm mix of pink an orange colors, but there was no sign of the sun just yet.
Akani: It's beautiful out here.
Dohna: I'm not sure beautiful expresses it.
The moved further into the gather space and a being moved to the center of the area and raised his voice above the sound of the waves and soft murmur of the gathered.
Pavler: Greetings all I am Pram Pavler and I am here to welcome you to the Harmony Shores Collaborative Resort Dawn Gathering Ceremony. In six short minutes the sun will rise and the glowing waters of this bay will dim and the sunlight will warm these shores. Here on Lolagi IV we see this as a reminder that there is change all the time and each moment is unique.
T'Alia gave Xira a tilt of her head. The idea seemed sound.
Pavler: When the sun rises, the tide will also come in. We invite you to come to the shore write in the sand. Maybe it's something you want to let go of, ::pause:: Maybe it's an event or a person or a habit that needs to be understood as transient. Write it however you want and the sun and water will take it away.
Dohna: Interesting approach.
Akani: Indeed.
Dohna: ::starting to walk:: I want to write down something, but I can't just write "Compass Rose"
Doing that would not do justice to a crew she wanted to remember.
Akani: That wouldn't… We still want to remember the people, not the pain.
Dohna: We should probably write our own individual ::beat:: things. We're down to 4 minutes.
Akani: Okay, give me a second.
T'Alia stood on the shore. What to write? What was it that she really needed to let go of. It wasn't the Rose, but something about the Rose or about her experience of it.
Dohna: ::nodding at Xira:: Sure.
Xira began to write on the shore right away. A growing list of what she was experiencing.
The pain of grief.
The panic attacks.
The flashbacks.
She noted Xira was, through tears, writing another phrase.
Survivor's guilt.
Xira slowly rose from her seat in the sand, and gave her writing a final, decisive nod.
Akani: There.
T'Alia moved to take Xira's hand.
Dohna: ::whispering:: Well done.
Akani: What are you going to write? We've only got two minutes before sunrise.
Dohna: ::biting her lip:: I know.
It was a good list, but T'Alia seemed to have nothing. What was it that kept her lighting her lantern over and over. It was then that she remembered the famous words that the Emissary heard when he hand encountered the Prophets in the Celestial Temple, "You exist here."
T'Alia dropped to her knees and drew a circle with two columns above and below. She tried to add consoles around it as well as the various platforms around the area that was…had been…the Compass Rose engineering room. She remembered the beginning of the terrible illness taking hold there as she tried to do her duty. How she ended up in the outrigger she had no idea, but her mind often drifted back to the last moments of heat and nausea that she'd experienced in engineering.
She rose from the sand.
Xira: Response
Dohna: I go back there a lot. It's like I never really left.
Around them people were moving away from the water and turning their heads toward the horizon which was no much more orange than it had been. The drawing scrawled across the beach took all forms and T'Alia was careful not to disturb any as she came back to the higher part of the beach.
Dohna: Sit? Stand?
Xira: Response
She sat down cross legged in the sand and took a deep breath.
Dohna: ::staring at the horizon:: Jia'kaja, tre'nu'tol'a rem... La'por i'lanu kos... I'nar tan'a'tali nor...
Xira: Response
Tags/TBC
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There was truly nothing quite as wonderous as a beach at dawn. The air was cool, but sweet with the small of salt and vegetation. The sand had lost its biting heat from the day before and now cooled and caressed the soles of the feet. The sloshing of waves mixed with the rush of wind which relaxed the mind and caused it to think back to the primordial sea of its origin. Gray and angulating the mass of water reminded T'Alia of the interconnection of all things and how that one critical molecule was central to life throughout the galaxy.
T'Alia and Xira began to walk into the gathering space were denizens from all over the federation were standing, kneeling or laying as their traditions or personal preferences dictated. The horizon was a warm mix of pink an orange colors, but there was no sign of the sun just yet.
Akani: It's beautiful out here.
Dohna: I'm not sure beautiful expresses it.
The moved further into the gather space and a being moved to the center of the area and raised his voice above the sound of the waves and soft murmur of the gathered.
Pavler: Greetings all I am Pram Pavler and I am here to welcome you to the Harmony Shores Collaborative Resort Dawn Gathering Ceremony. In six short minutes the sun will rise and the glowing waters of this bay will dim and the sunlight will warm these shores. Here on Lolagi IV we see this as a reminder that there is change all the time and each moment is unique.
T'Alia gave Xira a tilt of her head. The idea seemed sound.
Pavler: When the sun rises, the tide will also come in. We invite you to come to the shore write in the sand. Maybe it's something you want to let go of, ::pause:: Maybe it's an event or a person or a habit that needs to be understood as transient. Write it however you want and the sun and water will take it away.
Dohna: Interesting approach.
Akani: Indeed.
Dohna: ::starting to walk:: I want to write down something, but I can't just write "Compass Rose"
Doing that would not do justice to a crew she wanted to remember.
Akani: That wouldn't… We still want to remember the people, not the pain.
Dohna: We should probably write our own individual ::beat:: things. We're down to 4 minutes.
Akani: Okay, give me a second.
T'Alia stood on the shore. What to write? What was it that she really needed to let go of. It wasn't the Rose, but something about the Rose or about her experience of it.
Dohna: ::nodding at Xira:: Sure.
Xira began to write on the shore right away. A growing list of what she was experiencing.
The pain of grief.
The panic attacks.
The flashbacks.
She noted Xira was, through tears, writing another phrase.
Survivor's guilt.
Xira slowly rose from her seat in the sand, and gave her writing a final, decisive nod.
Akani: There.
T'Alia moved to take Xira's hand.
Dohna: ::whispering:: Well done.
Akani: What are you going to write? We've only got two minutes before sunrise.
Dohna: ::biting her lip:: I know.
It was a good list, but T'Alia seemed to have nothing. What was it that kept her lighting her lantern over and over. It was then that she remembered the famous words that the Emissary heard when he hand encountered the Prophets in the Celestial Temple, "You exist here."
T'Alia dropped to her knees and drew a circle with two columns above and below. She tried to add consoles around it as well as the various platforms around the area that was…had been…the Compass Rose engineering room. She remembered the beginning of the terrible illness taking hold there as she tried to do her duty. How she ended up in the outrigger she had no idea, but her mind often drifted back to the last moments of heat and nausea that she'd experienced in engineering.
She rose from the sand.
Xira: Response
Dohna: I go back there a lot. It's like I never really left.
Around them people were moving away from the water and turning their heads toward the horizon which was no much more orange than it had been. The drawing scrawled across the beach took all forms and T'Alia was careful not to disturb any as she came back to the higher part of the beach.
Dohna: Sit? Stand?
Xira: Response
She sat down cross legged in the sand and took a deep breath.
Dohna: ::staring at the horizon:: Jia'kaja, tre'nu'tol'a rem... La'por i'lanu kos... I'nar tan'a'tali nor...
Xira: Response
Tags/TBC
Lieutenant Dohna T'Alia
Engineering Officer
USS Ronin NCC-34523
T239811VK2
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