<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/45/1b/dc/451bdcd030daeca003fd23945982e03c--star-trek-costumes-alien-costumes.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Counselor Geshinaa Nollad<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Redemption Counselor's Office<br/><strong>Mentioning:</strong>Doctor Un'lar Adaal<br/><br/>The Counselor watched the Cardassian doctor with steady smoke-colored eyes. “Indeed, you are a Federation Citizen, but others tend to see the Cardassian before they see the noble Citizen, do they not?” her words slipped about like waves of mist over a mirror, “You do not have to be of the other side to be caught between the opinions of both.”<br/><br/>Like a shadow she moved from him to his desk. “You obtain balance well in unsteadying situations,” she brushed her fingers over the back of a chair pushed under the table. No large statements of power. No aggressive shows of dominance. How did he cope with being seen as odd and different among his own kind who often mistook arguments for flirtations? How did he cope with being forced into the label and stereotypes of what Cardassians ‘were’ to other Citizens?<br/><br/>His emotional turmoil surfaced just a bit as he spoke, and she looked up at him, deep space eyes distantly warm and empathetic. Restrained in her show of sympathy for him, as he was in his own emotions, she smiled gently. Her quiet steps crossed back over to him.<br/><br/>“A sound foundation of who you are is useful indeed, Commander,” her voice wove comfort like the faint song of a brushing breeze or caressing waves on sand. He smiled and pushed back at her gently. A tie then. For now. Her smile warmed slowly, slipping across her lips as though they were finishing a game of 3D chess.<br/><br/>“Perhaps I wanted an excuse to explore your mind, Doctor,” she offered with a small laugh, still tampering herself down to match his social frequency, “You can’t blame me, since you are a rather rare and unique puzzle all too tempting to be solved.” With another light laugh, she tipped her head to the side, citrine hair slipping over her shoulder a bit.<br/><br/>“If you won't submit to getting a session on my nice couch, perhaps you will settle to placate me by simply accompanying me to the Bridge?” she leaned forwards as if sharing a secret bet with him, raising her brow with a rather devious grin, “What better entrance than the Doctor and Counselor arriving to the Bridge as a united front? I am rather new to ship settings in my line of work, so I need all the colleague support I can get.” She playfully spun it as if she just wanted something from him. It was the Orion casting in people’s minds after all. What better way to lighten the mood?<br/>