<div class="floatleft">(http://i68.tinypic.com/ojjoup.jpg)</div><br/><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>T'Rena Valitreah T'Gai<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Quarters, Hallway<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Meditation was always calming. The trance like state brought such relaxation and was always a joy during any day, especially a stressful one. My eyes open back up, icy blue irises surrounding a jet black pupil which retracts in size due to the lights in the quarters. They quickly adjust. Vulcans, being from a desert planet whose nights often have dangers of furious sandstorms and animals which can and might just eat you, means they lack good night vision. Mine is no exception. I end my meditation and stand up. I roll up the mat and tuck it under the bed. I begin to look around at how I've decorated. A beautiful carved, ceremonial Lirpa is on the wall just above my bed. The front crescent shaped blade catches the light and shines. It has never been used and probably never will be, it was never meant for sparring. Though I have dabbled in the art of Lirpas before, this one would never be used. It was more supposed to be a symbol of home.<br/><br/>One another wall facing the foot of the bed was a long scroll rolled out and hung on the wall. All down it was line after line of ancient Vulcan script. The beautiful swirling characters with sharp lines through them were written by my Father. It was recounting the koon-ut-kalifee, the marriage or challenge, with my mother. She had the option to challenge but she did not. They had already given themselves to one another and no one stood in their way. Below it was a holopic of my mother and father on their wedding day. Father was in gorgeous flowing robes, a lightly decorated belt around his waist. Mother wore a long dress of deep blues with a golden veil covering her hair. I had always looked at the picture when I was a child and it was how I always viewed my father, in his marital robes, wedding my mother.<br/><br/>I drew myself away from the pictures and took time to change into my cadet uniform. I chose the skirt option of the uniform. The top zipped up over my bust, it didn't quite zip up all the way, due to the size of said bust, so there's a small area with some exposed skin. I slip on the tights and the skirt. The skirt hugs my curves and I zip up the knee high boots. I gather up my long tresses of starkly black hair and twirl it before spinning it into a tight bun and pinning it up. I take one last glance around the room and head out into the hallway, intent on just walking around the campus. New arrivals pass by me in the hallway and I give polite smiles. Some smile back, other seem dumbfounded to see a smiling Vulcan. I finally make my way out to the front of the campus where everyone is arriving.