SIM:VivanLaxynConfession

(( Flashback, Trill 2379 ))

Vivan Laxyn stood in front of the mirror in his room. The robe he had to wear for his official banquet reflected a bit of the light within it's golde threads of yarn woven into the heavy fabric. He liked how that looked. His eyes went upwards to the first gray hairs showing at his temples, he was surely not old enough yet for those but such was life. Hearing steps behind he turned with a smile, just to see it fade a second later. ::

Vivan Laxyn: You are not dressed, Jalana. We need to leave soon.

Jalana bit her lip and tried to collect all her courage before she stepped closer. In her mind she had been going through this conversation a hundred times but nothing really had prepared her for the real thing ::

Jalana Laxyn: I am not coming with you this time.

Vivan: What do you mean? Of course you will. You need the training.

Jalana: :: taking a deep breath :: I need to talk with you about that.

Vivan: Jalana, we really do not have time for that right now. Go and get dressed, we talk later.

A moment there was silence, none of them really said anything and he turned back to the mirror for last adjustments as Jalana was not able to hold back anymore ::

Jalana: I'll be going to Medical school instead of becoming a diplomat.

There it was again, silence. Vivan froze in his moves, hands up on his collar. He looked himself into his eyes for a long moment before going on as if nothing had happened. ::

Vivan: You won't.

Jalana: :: biting her lip she stepped forward :: I will, father. I know that you want me to step into your markings but I do want something else. I want to become a Doctor.

Vivan: You don't know what you are talking about.

Jalana: I do. I have been thinking about this for months. I passed all tests needed and I got accepted.

The older Trill turned around now, his eyes fixed on her with a coldness that sent shivers down her spine. ::

Vivan: You went behind my back, without my permission and have the nerve to come to me after the harm is done?

Jalana stared at him, her deep green eyes sparkling as he started to put the blame on her ::

Jalana: You would have never allowed it.

Vivan: And you know why. Because you got raised to become a diplomat.

Jalana: And nobody ever asked me if I want that. And I don't. I thought that once you see that I meet the qualifications and would be accepted, that you would see that Diplomacy is not the only thing I can do.

Vivan: :: scoffing :: You will never get through with it. You know that you are not cut out to be a Doctor.

The younger Trill stared at him, how could he not believe in her? He was her father. Shouldn't he be happy that she found something she loved to do? ::

Jalana: :: whispering :: I will... get through with it. I will become a doctor.

Vivan: :: turning back to the Mirror:: Get out.

(( End of Flashback ))