03-17-2025, 12:18 AM
(This post was last modified: 03-17-2025, 12:19 AM by Hallowette Maxas-Darl.)
Aeryn's words flowed like aether through Hally's prayer, filling in any sense of void in Hally's admittedly limited understanding of grief and loss.
"Thank you, I still miss him, and I think I always will, but I know he'd be happy seeing me loved..." was how she had put it. The weight of her new friends words coupled with her unexpected willingness to show vulnerability had affected the young hybrid deeply.
As Hallowette finished the prayer a thousand memories of her father raced through her thoughts. Ever the large, fit, muscular warrior, he had struggled mightily with the wounds that the occupation had asked of him. She had been lucky enough to have known him almost entirely as the man who had made peace with his past. Who had put to rest those hurts and tears. But she still saw the scars. The pain in his eyes when remembrance of his lost colleagues visited him. The sadness and tears that crept in his gentle kind eyes when he lit his duranja lamp and recited the prayer for the dead that she had just given to Aeryn.
Hallowette allowed herself the slightest exhale of breath as she finished explaining the translation, and the small gesture forced a single, lone tear to hang stubbornly in the corner of her eye.
"That's … perfect Hallowette, and I have such an appreciation for the Prophets and what they represent. Even now, I sometimes ask for their guidance and to watch out for those I care about, especially in times of trouble". the COS stated thoughtfully, the meaningfulness of of her compliment not lost on the young hybrid.
Hally smiled softly, her large green tinted eyes sparkling in the low light of the lounge. "The Prophets..." she said carefully. Hally's relationship with Bajor's gods was complicated, but then, so too had been her fathers.
"My father...was not a person of faith until he joined Starfleet." Hallowette let slip a quiet laugh, "Isn't it funny that it took joining an organization outside Bajor for him to find his way back to the gods?" She continued as she quickly wiped the tear from her eye. "As for me, I was raised on Trill. My grandmother wasn't the most supportive person when it came to educating about my father's species...my species...." She sighed heavily, "The Trill are not a spiritual people. We are artists, scientists, diplomats and and entertainers. But people of faith? Not so much."
Hally took another drink of the floral lemonade and then looked at her friend, "I want to be, I try to be. But I fear I have too much of my mother in me. It's one of the ways my Dad and I differ, though he says he had the same struggles with faith when he was my age.", the words obviously giving some small comfort, "Still, I do believe that the Prophets spared him. They led our people to freedom. The Emissary brought us together, led us to join the UFP, and opened the entire galaxy to us." She paused in thought, "And...I do think that if Merle was a good enough man that you wanted to spend your life with him, that the Prophets would have welcomed him into the heaven with open arms."
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"Thank you, I still miss him, and I think I always will, but I know he'd be happy seeing me loved..." was how she had put it. The weight of her new friends words coupled with her unexpected willingness to show vulnerability had affected the young hybrid deeply.
As Hallowette finished the prayer a thousand memories of her father raced through her thoughts. Ever the large, fit, muscular warrior, he had struggled mightily with the wounds that the occupation had asked of him. She had been lucky enough to have known him almost entirely as the man who had made peace with his past. Who had put to rest those hurts and tears. But she still saw the scars. The pain in his eyes when remembrance of his lost colleagues visited him. The sadness and tears that crept in his gentle kind eyes when he lit his duranja lamp and recited the prayer for the dead that she had just given to Aeryn.
Hallowette allowed herself the slightest exhale of breath as she finished explaining the translation, and the small gesture forced a single, lone tear to hang stubbornly in the corner of her eye.
"That's … perfect Hallowette, and I have such an appreciation for the Prophets and what they represent. Even now, I sometimes ask for their guidance and to watch out for those I care about, especially in times of trouble". the COS stated thoughtfully, the meaningfulness of of her compliment not lost on the young hybrid.
Hally smiled softly, her large green tinted eyes sparkling in the low light of the lounge. "The Prophets..." she said carefully. Hally's relationship with Bajor's gods was complicated, but then, so too had been her fathers.
"My father...was not a person of faith until he joined Starfleet." Hallowette let slip a quiet laugh, "Isn't it funny that it took joining an organization outside Bajor for him to find his way back to the gods?" She continued as she quickly wiped the tear from her eye. "As for me, I was raised on Trill. My grandmother wasn't the most supportive person when it came to educating about my father's species...my species...." She sighed heavily, "The Trill are not a spiritual people. We are artists, scientists, diplomats and and entertainers. But people of faith? Not so much."
Hally took another drink of the floral lemonade and then looked at her friend, "I want to be, I try to be. But I fear I have too much of my mother in me. It's one of the ways my Dad and I differ, though he says he had the same struggles with faith when he was my age.", the words obviously giving some small comfort, "Still, I do believe that the Prophets spared him. They led our people to freedom. The Emissary brought us together, led us to join the UFP, and opened the entire galaxy to us." She paused in thought, "And...I do think that if Merle was a good enough man that you wanted to spend your life with him, that the Prophets would have welcomed him into the heaven with open arms."
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