<div class="floatleft">(http://i68.tinypic.com/ojjoup.jpg)</div><br/><br/><br/>Name: T'Rena Valitreah T'Gai<br/>Location: Mess Hall<br/>Tagging: Alric Dorn, Open<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>We make our way out of the turbolift and to the mess hall. What I desire isn't super hard to find. I choose a red plomeek soup and some bread. Beside it is a steaming cup of tea. We cohoose a table and I dip my spoon into my hot soup.<br/><br/>"Honestly, it's more scientific, though medical isn't completely out of range. I more want to be an expert on the subject, not quite actually fixing said species. Though I wouldn't mind it, it's not my intention. I took several classes on Human and Klingon biology at the Vulcan Science Academy." I glance up at him while sipping my soup from my spoon.<br/><br/>"I hope you know you're not alone. Vulcan never quite accepted me either." I blow on my tea before taking small sip and testing it's flavor. It's a spice blend in a more vulcan style. It's not quite spicy in a hot pepper way, it's full of great herbs and flavorful spices that assault my taste buds with gorgeous flavors. I set the mug down and look back up, putting my spoon down and resting my chin in my hands.<br/><br/>"I'm half romulan." I sigh. "I was raised by my mother, a romulan, hence the emotion." I chuckle. "I'm not going to pretend I know how you feel, because I don't really, but you have someone to confide in if you need it."