To heal is an art.

Posted on Mon 7th Nov, 2022 @ 10:11am by Khellian s'Siedhri MD & Makila i'Hartelhai
Edited on on Mon 7th Nov, 2022 @ 7:15pm

726 words; about a 4 minute read

Mission: A Fresh Perspective
Location: Khellian's home, Tivoli Gardens
Timeline: MD 2 1600

Makila had carefully folded her coat and tucked it into a box. She folded a bit of wrapping paper, a charming affectation she'd learned from the humans. It was lovely to get a present that was cheerfully wrapped, and she knew that presents were an unexpected joy for her father as well. There were butterflies in her stomach about just what she was about to do. She couldn't wait anymore though, as her whitecoat ceremony was scheduled for a few days hence and she'd yet to tell her father. He deserved to know, and she was as ready as she ever would be to tell him. A deep breath calmed her enough to finish the adhesive to close the wrapping paper. A ribbon of molten silver encircled it, and then a the same brilliant silver tied in a fancy bow finished the full image.

"Di'ranov, I have something for you" Makila called up the stairs as she entered her fathers home uninvited. She'd placed the box, elegantly wrapped onto the small table in his sitting room. In a moment Makila filled the kettle with water, and pressed the button to warm the water. Adding a scoop of tea into a small ball, she poured hot water into a serving pot. The tea swirled out of the tiny holes in a pattern that fascinated her eye every time she'd done the tea.

It was moments, before Khellian came down from the bedroom. He gazed at the box, and the look on his daughters face, one of excitement and nerves. "You got me a present?" He admired the fancy box, and the bright silver bow that she'd placed on it. "You didn't need to do that pænhe rhanam"

Makila simply smiled at him and nodded to the box he should open while she poured from the pot that was now full of a brilliantly amber liquid. It steamed from each cup and cast little eddies of steam into the air. He untied the ribbon, and gently used a fingernail to lift the adhesive, so as not to damage the beautiful silver patterns on the red paper. Makila practically danced in place as he worked the box open

"Ta'krenn!" He exclaimed as he lifted a pristine white coat from the box. The words 'Makila i'Hartelhai, MD' were embroidered on the breast above a caduceus. An openmouthed, very un-romulan expression of pure shock was on his face, as he stared at the white coat and finally, slowly understood. My baby is a doctor. Khellian caressed the words with his fingertips and then he straightened his back, so he could look into the eyes of his daughter. Hers were hopeful and hesitant, and Khellian breathed once more. Placing the jacket back in the box he pulled Makila into a tight embrace.

Makila felt the surprise from across the table, but when he'd touched her a fierce pride rolled over her. That, was enough to break the tension in her and she was surprised to hear herself begin to cry. The emotions welled up in her until the only way she could express them, without over-wealming herself was in tears. They were pure relief, and joy but still tears. Her fathers arms tightened, much as it had when she was a much littler girl. She was surrounded once again by love, pure and eternal. Father to daughter, and returned daughter to father. His joy and pride were absolutely unbound as he considered the feat that his daughter had done. In Secret. That was boggling him, that she'd done it without any assistance.

"My brilliant girl" he whispered into her dark curls, his eyes overflowing unheeded by the handsome doctor. "I have never been more proud of you."

"Will you participate in my white coat ceremony di'ranov?"

"It would be my highest honor" He hugged her again, and then rested his cheek upon her head. "How did you manage this without me knowing?"

"My memory helped but, a lot of late nights." She grinned at him, dashing tears from her cheeks in response to his open joy.

"Sit. Have tea. Tell me absolutely everything" He steepled his fingers and sat with his own teacup, eagerly awaiting the tale of her secret mastery of the healing arts.



-------------
di'ranov- Father
pænhe rhanam- My daughter
Ta'krenn!- Emphatic look at that.

 

RSS Feed

Comments (2)