Part III – Thespia
Saavik showered and changed with the quick, smooth efficiency she had been taught by her Vulcan teachers. The plain robes seemed to flow down from her shoulders, creating the illusion of a height. Though Saavik was, indeed, tall, Spock was still several Terran inches taller than she. When she descended, feeling refreshed by the shower, Spock was waiting for her by the fountain. "How many candles?"
"All of them," she replied. Spock nodded and, lifting two candles from the water, carried them over to the table the Essence bowls sat upon, now numbering four instead of three. Saavik picked up the other two candles and followed him. Twilight had descended upon the garden, leaving only the stars to help the candles illuminate the dim garden. As they stood at either end of the table, the flickering candles cast shadows upon Spock's face opposite hers, lending the familiar planes and angles a mask-like cast.
Spock was the first to speak, his low, velvet-rough voice quiet and calm, as always. "We come here to both mourn and celebrate the lives of those who have passed from this world. Each was a unique and special being. As long as at least one being remembers them, they will never be forgotten. Tonight, two of us are remembering these beings."
Spock nodded to Saavik and, as she stared into the candle flames, she began to mentally recite the Disciplines, I am Saavik, Daughter of Vulcan…