Mount Seleya
Posted on September 25th, 2014 by Ilaihr

A thick wooden stick was slammed down onto the table. "Young Master Ilaihr! Pay attention!" Shouted an ancient looking Vulcan.
"Settle down Gramps, I was listening. But you seem angry, I thought you pixie ears were supposed to be devoid of emotion; last time I checked anger was an emotion." Ilaihr replied arrogantly in blatent disrespect for his master.
"You are… unique and uniquely aggravating, which means I must use different techniques to teach you and your supreme lack of discipline." The old man looked deep into Ilaihr’s milky blue eyes. "And if I must feel anger, and hit you with this stick, then I shall."
"How barbaric. I thought you Vulcans were supposed to be an evolved species; I see that its a misnomer, that you are just as emotionally fallible as the rest of us, ready to fall back on your violent basal instincts when it suits you." The moment he finished speaking, the old man brought the stick down across his knuckles. Ilaihr let out a loud cry of pain, gritting his teeth at the old man.
"Well, it appears that pain really is the teacher. I see that it has instructed you to stop talking." If the old man wasn’t Vulcan, you could almost mistake his tone for smugness.
"Well your perception is wrong isn’t it, much like your logic and your insistence that I learn about mathematics and things I dont care about right now." He snarled through gritted teeth whilst cradling his hand. "Why did Solir bring me here, to you people?"
"He saw something within you, that evidently, I do not. Nonetheless, I will teach you one way or the other."
"Then we are going to have this argument, everyday, for a very long time. And personally, I dont see you living that long. You are frail and your eyesight is already worse than mine! All I need to do is wait, and eventually you wont even know whether I’m here or not." The master brought the stick down on Ilaihr’s other set of knuckles.
"Hmmm, perhaps I am going about this the wrong way. I’ve been trying to get through to you as though you were a Vulcan, but you aren’t are you? You are an impetuous Andorian child, who evidently has his own ideas about what he need to be taught."
"Huzzah! The old coot gets it!" With Ilaihr shielding his hands from the old man’s wrath this time, he clipped him across the antennae instead. "Ahhhh, not the anntena." He screamed, cradling his sensitive extra appendages. "What the hell is wrong with you!?" He tried to look as his master, but the strike made him slightly dizzy and his eyes water.
"So, what do you believe is the priority of your current education, hmmm?" He asked the young man inquisitively.
"I want to learn how to control the voices in my head when I sleep, if you must know. Perhaps it will also teach me how to drown yours out when I’m awake."
"Mr Solir mentioned you were telepathic, perhaps that explains a few things. Let us see." The old man lifted Ilaihr’s head and placed his hands either side, with his fingers in a specific formation. "My mind to your mind, my thoughts to your thoughts, our minds are merging, crossing, fusing through the infinite divide of space and time, our minds are one!"