Ensign Alyndra Syrex - Catching Up with the Past
Alyndra Syrex
((The Candean Meadow, Trillus Prime, Holosuite 3, Deck 4, USS Ronin))
Alyndra knelt down to pick up the smoothly jagged, white leather baseball nested in between the long innumerable blades of vibrant green grass. Surrounding her, just off to the west over an ancient stone wall was the radiant Perceun Bay, the glistening purple hue of the water, glittering with sparkles of the suns that sparked the light that birthed her people’s civilisation. In her eye, a reflection of a past memory shook her.
Just over the hill laid a wooden cabin, the cabin in which she’d spent the majority of her childhood. Not all of it was happy, but not all of it was sad either, it was simply just. Voren, Tessa, later Topa, they were the real jewel. A young girl, laid in her pyjamas, pigtails reflecting a vivid blonde hue, holding a stuffed bear tightly in her arms.
Excitement radiated over her, tonight she’d get what she’d been waiting for all week, her father had announced at dinner he was going to read her a story. Oh, she couldn’t wait, it had been so long since she had last been given an ounce of attention from him. For him to announce the impending story was such a core moment for her.
Excitedly, and as quickly as she could she prepared herself for bed. She’d never had a late night, so the chances are that at any moment her dad would come through the glowing arch of her bedroom door. Looking out of her window the orange sky, two great orbs in the sky settled against the purple of the sea, lowering until they’d come back to play again tomorrow.
Tossing and turning, she waited, as minutes turned into hours, and from the silence of downstairs, laughter and music begun to irradiate. It had happened again; her father had broken his promise again. He wasn’t coming again.
Her lip trembling, she sunk her face into her bear, crying as silently as she could, liquid poured from her eyes, leaving two distinct wet patches on her toy’s tummy.
In her tears, she discarded her bear, throwing him across the room. Stuffed friends were for happy memories, if there was nothing but sorrow, the hugs wouldn’t work, the good times would never come again. Landing face down on the bare dusty floor, its arms outstretched to the ground in a hug meant for her, that she had clung to, nuzzled herself in only a few moments before, but now it destined to last forever without her, she’d turned the bear away. To come back to him, running with her arms open once again, it would let her feel safe, to be loved. The bear would accept her, forgive her for her past actions no matter what. Looking outside the glowy illumination of her bedroom door, she heard laughter, which to her almost sounded foreign. Her parents were laughing, as the noise of the music only increased. She didn’t understand, it was only them down there, why didn’t they come? Why didn’t they love her? What did she have to go to gather their attention, if only for a small amount of time. For her to be picked up and hugged, then thrown like her bear left alone once again, that would hurt more than anything else in the world.
Beck: Response
Alyndra flooded back into her present, a lone tear now emanating from her eye. She hoped that Quentin wouldn’t notice it. Picking up the baseball, she threw it back towards him.
Syrex: Sorry! Here you go!
Beck: Response
Syrex: What? No, I think the idea of testing my hand-eye co-ordination and your arms control at the same time was a great idea! I’ve never played catch before!
Beck: Response
Alyndra laughed.
Syrex: Yeah, no. This was a great place to grow up ::voice shudders slightly:: Yeah, I had so many happy times down there, on the beach. There’s nothing quite to free as feeling the sand between your toes, the gust of watery air in your face, is there?
Beck: Response
Alyndra’s heart twinged.
Syrex: What do you mean?
Beck: Response
TAG/TBC
Ensign Dr Alyndra Syrex MD
Medical Officer
USS Ronin (NCC-34523)
R240107AS3