<div class="floatright">(https://t01.deviantart.net/BTtmpGl6TfPHO2edEPgORn_qZtI=/fit-in/700x350/filters:fixed_height(100,100):origin()/pre01/cf55/th/pre/i/2008/140/8/c/star_trek_series_2___14_by_chonastock.jpg)</div><div class="floatright"><strong>Character Name:</strong> Ensign Ithali sh'Rhynek<br/><strong>Location:</strong> USS Redemption Med Bay<br/><strong>Interacting:</strong> Commander Un'lar Adaal<br/></div><br/><br/><br/><br/>Ithali, willowly and graceful in ever movement she made, followed the commander to sickbay, his broad form at odds with her lean one. What a pair they must seem, once their two kinds at odds with one another, now serving on the same ship. The doctor didn't seem like the image that was often painted of his race though. Where they were coarse and loud, he was more soft spoke and efficient in everything he had to say. Of course she was a bit different from the standard Andorian stereotype too. Most Andorians were pictures as always in control of their emotions and themselves at all times in public. Ithali was a little more...expressive, to say the least. It was still difficult for her to reign in all of her emotions as well as expressions. She usually could only focus on one at a time, her emotions being so vivid and aggressively intense. But then again, perhaps she just lacked will to gain control and discipline.<br/><br/>The commander spoke to the computer and she stood with her hands folded over another before her, regal like most all her kind in such a pose. She tipped her pale head forward, the short pure white hair falling in her face a bit a she nodded her head to him slowly in thanks. "It is much appreciated, Commander Adaal," she was able to keep her expression still as early morning lake water now, "I also apologize for my extreme reaction to the news. It was not intended, but I was surprised." He told her to take a seat and so she did, back straight and long legs tucked slightly beneath the seat, as much out of the way as she could get them. Her proportions were always a bit difficult to deal with when in seating made more of the dynamics of the shorter beings. Well, not that she wasn't short for her own kind, but five foot six was still a bit of an awkward height when compared to human females who always seemed so comfortable with themselves no matter what they were doing.<br/><br/>Ithali personally liked moving more than sitting. That was how she felt most comfortable. Shifting in the seat a bit, her eyes flicking up to him, realizing he had thought himself in the wrong for her reaction. "Ah, no, no Commander," she put a hand up, her slow and soft voice sounding a bit sheepish once more, "It is that the matter is a request that most likely comes from my<em>zhavey</em>..." She turned that deep shade of blue that signified her embarrassment. Having to slow her breathing down to keep herself in check, she continued. "My<em>zhavey</em>is rather... determined to have me bonded and going through a<em>shelthreth</em>soon, for fear of not upholding tradition of doing so before I turn twenty-four," she put up both hands and waved them a bit, looking to the side and away from the doctor, "It embarrasses me that she would not only make such demands of the Academy, but also a commanding officer on my first stationed posting..."<br/><br/>The Andorian female lowered her hands into her lap, the long slender fingers toying with one another in a nervous fashion. "Perhaps... I could ask you to... not go through with this scan?" she continued then a bit hastily for her slow and gentle way of speaking, "It is an unnecessary burden on you, as well as something that is not needed. I am perfectly healthy, but I have no intentions of going through with a bonding or a<em>shelthreth</em>. In this day and age such things are not a requirement, but merely tradition."<br/><br/>There was no longer a risk to her race as far as fertility went. At least... not the small five year window gap to have healthy young. Birth defects and miscarriages were still rather frequent, but they would be among any kind still recovering from the genetic damage her kind had gone through. And she wasn't at all eager to go through something as painful as all that. Perhaps she did not want young, but to have to give over a young one who was born suffering... She had seen it. She did not want that kind of pain. A bruise or broken bone, these were things that could mend well. These were the kinds of pain that were things she could handle. Realizing her face was probably twisted in a way that showed every thought on her face, she restrained her thoughts back to focusing on ways of staying calm and expressionless in appearance. Today was just a bad day for her and her control... Both her mothers and both her fathers would be disappointed to her childish reaction.<br/>