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"Morning Dreaming"
[previous post was "Rebuilding From Scratch"]
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Setting: USS ANUBIS, Ya'Han Quarters
Stardate: 30151.0500

The gown that she had finally decided to wear for the ball hung on the wall directly in front of the bed.  The decision had not been an easy one but thanks to the assistance of the ship's Counselor, Ya'Han had finally been able to narrow the options down to a single one.

Although the Chief of Security had held firmly onto the idea of being practical during the latter part of her decision making, the dress with the full skirt had finally won her over.  The idea of being like a Princess on the dance floor had played with emotions that the self exiled daughter of the High Sovereign of NYLA IV had never expected to feel again.

It was true that she would not be looked upon in the same manner as long ago, but neither had she been a young little girl lacking in the experiences of life.  As a grown woman, Ya'Han would be able to make the gown hers, becoming a living part of it as the two of them claimed their little corner of the ball room.

It was these divine visions that filled the purple haired woman's night and early morning as her eyes slowly opened to fall onto the dress that had watched over her dreams.  Unable to wait a second more, Ya'Han bounced out of her bed and quickly slipped into the gown, the silky feeling of the fabric against her skin causing her to shiver in delight.

With each twirl that sent the full skirt to fly through the air, the emerald haired woman said a silent thank you to the Ship's Counselor, almost wishing that Eve could have been here to witness the results of her aid.

In search of more room to expand her dance routine, Ya'Han made her way into the main living area, her bare feet barely touching the carpeted floor of her quarters as she twirled from one room to the next.  Everything that she had learned from her tutors of the Performing Arts seemed to return without effort, each step and movement coming to her as if she had never stopped dancing.

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Setting: USS ANUBIS, Ya'Han Quarters
Stardate: 30151.0600

The furniture had been moved clear out of the room to give the dancing Chief of Security all of the room she required so as to fully enjoy the sensation of putting the gown to its fullest of test. Ya'Han had even gone as far as to put on the high heeled shoes that went with the gown, further enhancing the effect and sensation as she danced to the computer's playing of various classical Risian ballroom music.

With each movement of her body, the woman's emerald green hair flew through the air in an almost perfect colored reflection of the skirt beneath.  If this had been the way the dress had made her feel, Ya'Han could barely contain her excitement at how she would feel when on the actual ballroom dance floor.

So lost in the music and dancing had she been that the Chief of Security did not think when the sound of the door chime interrupted momentarily the music.  Without missing a beat, Ya'Han waltz her way through the now bare room and towards the door to unlock it.

As the door swished open, the Chief of Security floated back a few steps to show off the dress that she had found herself enjoying more than she could have ever imagined.

"Nice dress... interesting hair color."

Ya'Han froze in mid swirl as the words spoken by her guest registered with the fullest of impact. Up until now the woman had managed to keep her official lineage from others by keep the unique ability of her people a secret from others.  Now though, she had been faced with the reality that someone had seen her, not with the black hair of a commoner but with the emerald green hair of a performer.

How would she be able to explain this without revealing more about who she was?

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Hanali Han

Ensign Ya'Han
Chief of Security / Chief Tactical Officer