<USS Avalon> Avalon Log 040902B--Nonsense or Prophecy

 
On her end table, an ornate silver  earring lay in a dish intertwined with a 
thin gold chain and with a crucifix  pendant.  On his tanned shoulder,  her 
fair cheek rested. His long black hair, now freed from its braid, made her  
tousled auburn hair look all the more bright.  Vilya stretched without getting 
out 
of  bed, waking him. 
“Good morning,” she said  softly. 
“That it is,” Ming said after  kissing the ridge of her nose.  He  looked 
at 
her curiously.  “Vilya,  could we talk a moment?” 
His bright blue eyes had the same  look as they did the day before.  Whatever 
he was going to say was coming straight from his  pagh. 
“Damn it!” she said as she pushed  herself away from him.  Pulling the  
sheet over to cover herself, she grumbled, “Here’s the part where you say  
‘
thanks for a good time and see you later’.  Get out!” 
“What?!” Ming asked, eyes now wide  in surprise.  He reached to grab her  
wrist.  “Come back here, Vilya.  You have it all wrong.” 
She smacked his hand off her wrist  then sat there glaring at him.  “What is 
it?” 
“Well, I was going to thank  you.  I don’t think I’ve ever felt  better 
in 
my life—physically and inside.  You are one beautiful, passionate woman and I 
am so sorry I didn’t meet  you sooner,” Ming began, reaching to retake her 
hand. 
“Oh.”  She felt her face warm.  “I am so embarrassed.” 
“No need for that.  Not all men are jerks you know.  To continue with my 
little speech, I  know you’re due to ship out soon so would you mind if I 
stayed 
here with you  until you leave?” he asked, his head now propped up on his 
hand. 
“You…want to stay.  With me?  What about your classes?  Those 
commandments…”
 Vilya asked in  return. 
“I told you those commandments are  between me, God, and my confessor.  As to 
the classes,” he shrugged slightly, “I can participate from  here.” 
She was no vedek but she knew what  she would feel even before she touched 
his ear lobe.  The pagh was warm and comforting.  She could feel its very roots 
reaching  down to maintain its foundation even as its upper tendrils reached 
for  her. 
“And, when you come back, I’ll  still be here if that’s what you want,” 
Ming added, covering her hand with  his. 
Vilya felt tears in her eyes.  She touched her forehead to his.  “I think I’
d like that,” she said  softly. 
“Good,” Ming said as he kissed her  nose again.  “Now I can tell you  
what 
that old lady said last night.” 
“Go on…” Vilya said slowly.  “Whatever it was made you turn redder  
than a 
vedek’s robe.” 
“Yeah, well, and I quote—Her  first born will have your eyes, her hair, and 
a strength of spirit from both his  parents.” 
Vilya sat back.  Was this the Prophets choosing to send a  message through a 
nearby vessel?  Or  nonsense from a fortuneteller trying to impress a tourist? 
 It didn’t matter.  She was going to live her life as the  Prophets chose. 
“In that case,” she said teasingly,  “ I hope it’s my nose.” 
Again, there was the laugh that  came from deep within his pagh.  “So  do I.  
So do I.” 
Li Vilya, Ensign
Starfleet Academy-Engineering  and Survival Education
 
"As I make my slow pilgrimage through the  world, a certain sense of 
beautiful mystery seems to gather and grow." 
-_A. C.  Benson_ (http://www.quoteland.com/qldb/author/531)

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