Out of the four, one had occasion to bear a lirpa , staring into the mouth of the temple at approaching threats; a lyre rested on the breastplate of another; and the ahn-woon strung low from a messianic, war-soft hand of the third.
All had witnessed the shadows of the centuries and while there was academic contention regarding their identities, their links to pre-reform Vulcan were affirmed hundreds of times over. The Four Pillars of Existence; conflict, copulation, art and the last figure — destroyed millennia ago by ravages of time and no doubt the preoccupations of the first three — death.
All that remained of him was a caved head laid at the feet of the lyrist. His face was young and naturally tragic, and if he heard her music, then it was with his one remaining ear pointed heaven-wise. Being half-levelled with the sand, he was considered dearest and most distant and demanded attention.
During the high season of kahs-wan, when some children did not return from the forge, stoic-jawed, high-backed guardians would arrive to greet the fourth, laying sacred objects on the pillows of sand beside him; wood-carved creatures; locks of hair bowed with twine; chess pieces; clay pots; and that most haunting —family robes with unemptied pockets of curiosities—pebbles, dried and rare flowers, and gnarled nuts.
At the end of the season, there was a celebration of rebirth, and the sapling katras, as well as the katras of all those known to be dead with no body of proof, were cast into fires as represented by their possessions. Like the objects disintegrating into the atmosphere, it was believed that a certain form of rebirth may be possible - and it depended on the individual Vulcan to take this literally or metaphorically.
The ceremonies were open to all who wished to attend and from the belly of the temple, the standing guardians would watch the fires and, kaiidth , they would affirm until the end. The water had beaten the suds from Spock's head and he stood uncertain as to why he could think of nothing but the flaming trinkets. It could be that there was melancholy in the revelry that had passed between himself and Jim, that at each point of leaving, they could be leaving forever.
He was shaken, recognising that in a way he was mourning for the night that had just passed. Ceremonies of grief were always inadequate to their undertaking. And then he was gone, and Spock leaned against the glass and breathed through rivulets of water and shut away from the odd infusion of memory. Something was amiss and he would have to spend time - more than he could afford now - to recognise and solve it through deep meditation.
He stepped out and dried himself, then returned to his own quarters to dress. Fresh bed sheets rose in an orange wave and fell in impressions of motion. Spock stopped just outside the door; it was unbearably intimate to watch him make what had been their bed for the night, standing an inch shyer without his boots.
His hands were patrician in their care as he pulled on one corner. Spock went to him and picked up opposite edges of the sheets and pulled them taut, anchored. As they lifted the sheets again and brought them down Jim smiled, mostly inwards and Spock sensed a brilliant flash of affection and amusement.
When they finished, steam was still curling over their cups on the desk. Jim sat down and exhaled. He stretched his arms above his head and entwined his knuckles and they popped dully.
Even though it was synthesised the smell was rich and immediate. I shall spend some time collating my report for the review. However, you may be correct. In any case, we now have first-hand evidence of tensions on Farius Prime. Starfleet will have no choice but to launch an investigation. If not by the Enterprise, then another ship. Spock sipped his tea and it sparked a line through him.
He suppressed a shiver; an echo of rain fell in him, the tepid blood wetting the asphalt and bodies dropping, the howls winding through the rained night. He was awakened by Jim grasping his wrist. But I guess that's the pot calling the kettle black. Spock considered averting the conversation, but Jim took his hand so gently and wholly.
I did not think it merited concern until I had spoken to Doctor McCoy. Spock received an impression of his empathy, opening to him. It was an invitation to share the burden. Spock jammed up into the planet surface again, there was an echo of the cracking shots on the horizon, crude artillery and the smell…there were scents that he had no sight to yet.
From their time together, from the things that Jim had told him he knew no violence could live up to what he experienced on Tarsus IV. And yet, he now found the urge to shelter Jim and had to consciously forego it.
It was, however, challenging to find a store-owner who would speak about the Romulan-Klingon device. They appeared wary of my intentions and the object - it was presumptuous to assume its full function as proven by our eventual communication—the last person I spoke to owned a second-hand store at the edge of the district.
What I learned was that the device was relatively new, it had likely been invented in the last four to five years, yet it was the fifth iteration. That suggested considerable funding. Starfleet would have gleaned any official cooperation between the Klingon and Romulan Empires, who would presumably have the funds and research prowess, so a limited number of outcomes and assailants remain. What is more likely, is an insurgency that is in allegiance between individuals and smaller groups of Klingons, Romulans, Orions and potentially Humans — unified under one ideology.
It would not be a leap in logic to assume that they are anti-establishment, both against the Federation, and the Empires. In short: recognised systems of government.
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