A counselor’s life…
Posted on October 18th, 2007 by Trysa Struan

Trysa stood on a bluff overlooking a verdant green valley. The wind tossed her hair in auburn tangles as the river at her feet chuckled merrily. Dewdrops from the nearby waterfall nestled into her hair, shining like diamonds in the sunlight. A brightly colored bird sang behind her, and she smiled. There was so very much to be grateful for, and she had stolen this short moment in the holodeck of the USS Yeager to quietly think over the recent events in her life.

The horrible war with the Machen Bren was over, due in large part to Ian Blackthorne. Rod was handling his duties as CO of the Yeager with quiet dignity, and she still found joy in her duties as counselor.

They’d spent the past ten years of their lives onboard the Yeager, and it had become their home. She occasionally missed the corridors of the Gabriel where they started their Starfleet careers, and longed for the grandeur of Rod’s family castle on Earth, but all in all, she was quite content.

Her comm. chimed softly in her ear and she smiled again, the expression bringing a subtle glow to her features. The soft cry of her daughter pulled her from her thoughts and she pressed a hand to her belly. It was softly rounded, but she couldn’t be unhappy about that, as her children were truly a blessing in her life. She called for the program to end and left the holodeck. Little Mariana would be hungry.

The Trill hurried to their quarters and picked up her daughter, easily cradling the child to her breast. She settled down into the plush glider, humming beneath her breath.

Motherhood sat well on the counselor’s shoulders. She and Rod finally felt that their little family was complete. Meghan, the sweet little girl she had with her first love was not so little anymore. She had her father’s clear blue eyes and his sandy blonde hair and was planning on a career in Starfleet. Little Connor, her first child with Rod was eight, and the spitting image of his Scottish father. Aelyn was five, and had her mother’s copper hair and her father’s steel blue eyes. Mariana, named after Rod’s mother, not yet a week old, seemed to take more after Trysa than Rod, even down to the subtle dimple to the left of her mouth.

The infant fell back to sleep and Trysa gently placed her in the crib. The soft scent of baby clung to her as she settled at her desk and opened the comm. unit.

“Communique to Ian Blackthorne, Captain of the USS Atlantis. Record.”

She leaned forward, her elbows resting on the desk. Her long copper hair tumbled down her back in long curls and her green eyes sparkled.

“Ian. Hello. It’s time again, old friend. Little Mariana was born a week ago and you need to fulfill your duties as Godfather. You know the routine.” She smiled. “The only question now is, your place or ours? Can you manage to get away for a trip to Earth? You know Rod would prefer to do the deed at home, but if not, we’ll see if we can manage to meet somewhere.”

“We’re looking forward to seeing you again. All of our love.”

She palmed the comm. off and settled back, just as Rod entered. Her face lit up, the trill spots appearing darker as the glow of her love for this man filled her. She was in his arms in moments, cradled against his warrior’s body.

Yes… her life was good. Very good.