Author's Notes:
This series of drabbles are the writer's laboratory and playground - the exploration of the next chapters of "Highly Classified Mission." From these very sketchy beginnings a more cohesive story will eventually form. Thanks to Braxin, for conversation, support, patience, entertainment...and for prompt words (others came from other TnT fan friends)!
It's been a while since I've gotten any new chapters posted – life has been filled with – well, living! But I'm hoping to have them all up by the end of the month, even if I can only get to one or two a day.
Prompt Words:
· frail
· perform
· scattered
· smell
· drink
· tense
· unknown
· shelter
· sleep
· resonant
· travel
· forgetful
· muddle
· worry
· ring
· twist
· hall
T'Pol remembers – but can she deal with the emotional turmoil it has caused?
T'Pol feels as frail now as when K'Vet told her he must perform the follara to heal her anguish.
She remembers scattered fragments. The smell of the ritual drink. Tense fight against the unknown adepts' restraint. The shelter of sleep, the priest's chanting becoming resonant. Mind-travel into a forgetful muddle, free of worry, memory – and guilt. A barrier ring around the long chase, a precise twist – and it was gone, as though it had never been.
"How could I have allowed it?"
Had she allowed it? She remembers the hall, and the priest, but did she ever give her permission?