Changes for Better…
Posted on September 3rd, 2016 by T'Lira

Sitting in her quarters, T’Lira looked at a picture that she had just pulled out from a small box of such images. It was an image that an old friend from the Cor Caroli colony had captured. It displayed her father, Sevan, pointing out the differences between two samples of meteorite to her. It had been several years since she had thought about a time when she was on speaking terms with her parents. With recent events, she couldn’t help but to think of them again. She was remembering how her grandfather’s dying request had been for her to make at the very least an attempt to reconcile with her parents. It was time to honor that.

Setting the picture down, she turned to her computer and looked at the draft she had begun earlier in Science Lab One, during her experiments while the Atlantis docked at the starbase.

TO: Sevan, Vulcan Science Academy, Shi’Kahr, Vulcan
FROM: Lt. T’Lira, SCI, USS Atlantis
CC: (not applicable)
SUBJECT: (not applicable)

MESSAGE:

Father,

I know it has been some time since your last correspondence, but much has transpired in that time. I have come to the decision to listen to what you have to say. Recent matters have forced me to consider past actions and I believe it is time we spoke in person. I know we have not done so in some years, but I feel it is important to do so now. There are matters I must discuss that I am not comfortable discussing over subspace communications. If you have any time in the near future, I will be on Starbase Vinland for what I presume will be no more than a matter of days at most. After that, I do not know when our schedules will coincide for us to speak in person. Please contact me soon.

END MESSAGE
MESSAGE SENT

With the message sent, she leaned back slightly in her chair and looked around. A part of her decided it was time for a change. So, she stood and walked into the bathroom, making a stop at the replicator on her way.

She unpinned her hair and let it fall to her mid-back and carefully estimated just how short she wanted it before grabbing the shears she had replicated and beginning to cut, bit by bit, until she had the desired length. She appraised herself in the mirror and nodded once. This was certainly a start.