eleventh translation // action

[lt_linguist]

[It's a nice day. The air is warm, the sun is out, and one Lieutenant Uhura is out with it, in full force. She's eschewed her winter uniform for one better suited to warm weather - that's right, she's back in her Starfleet-issue miniskirt, hips swaying, ponytail swinging, black boots crunching on the ground as she walks purposefully from the house.

Normally, she'd be heading towards the library, but it's far too nice a day for that. She does have a book under her arm, but she's heading for the bridge, clearly ready to get some fresh air.

In spite of the recent rash of disappearances, and violence, she's determined to enjoy the weather while it lasts. She may even be humming to herself.]

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[lt-linguist.livejournal.com]

The smell most be lovely.

[20abyssinian.livejournal.com]

Mm. It's nice.

[He nods to her book. He'll try this social thing.]

What are you reading?

[lt-linguist.livejournal.com]

[She shows it to him, not that it would be much help. It's not written in any Earth language.]

It's poetry.

[20abyssinian.livejournal.com]

...I don't recognize the language.

[Still, there is some interest in his expression.]

[lt-linguist.livejournal.com]

No, I don't suppose you do. It's not an Earth language. It's Vulcan.

[20abyssinian.livejournal.com]

Vulcan?

[lt-linguist.livejournal.com]

Yes. It's a language spoken on another planet, by another species, in my world.

[20abyssinian.livejournal.com]

Oh. [He should expect things like this by now.]

You...like other languages then?

[lt-linguist.livejournal.com]

I study them for a living, you might say. [She smiles.] What do you do?

[20abyssinian.livejournal.com]

Florist. [And that's all he's saying.]

[lt-linguist.livejournal.com]

That must be very interesting. I have a couple of friends back home who are botanists, but I've never met a professional florist before.

[20abyssinian.livejournal.com]

I've never met a linguist before. [He actually tries smiling but all that happens is his face loses any tension and relaxes.]

[lt-linguist.livejournal.com]

[She won't miss the change in his expression. She's used to it. So would you, if your boyfriend was a Vulcan. Score one for Uhura.]

You could teach me some about flowers, and I could teach you some about their names, maybe?

[20abyssinian.livejournal.com]

[And he blinks.]

You might like learning about the language of flowers more.

[lt-linguist.livejournal.com]

That may very well be. I like learning anything, really.

[20abyssinian.livejournal.com]

Most don't. [It's a compliment even if it sounds like an obvious fact.]

[lt-linguist.livejournal.com]

That's true. Knowledge is pretty highly valued in my world, but even so, there are quite a few who don't bother with it.

[20abyssinian.livejournal.com]

Yeah. [Just a moment of hesitation.] I'll teach you though, Uhura.

[lt-linguist.livejournal.com]

I look forward to it!

[20abyssinian.livejournal.com]

Mm. [There's that moment of another failed smile again.]

[lt-linguist.livejournal.com]

[Grin! More points to Uhura.]

[20abyssinian.livejournal.com]

[He shifts a little like that is really going to help him come up with something to say.] Have a nice walk.

[lt-linguist.livejournal.com]

You, too. See you around, Aya.