The Ladies Who Lunch
Posted on 12 Feb 2016 @ 7:13pm by Ambassador Olenna Mirok
463 words; about a 2 minute read
Mission:
Episode 10 - Symposium
Location: Jupiter Station Promenade
Timeline: MD 87, 1330 Hours
ON:
Olenna adjusted the collar of her pink suit, one of her many finds at Kattell's boutique. She felt like a strong confident woman in her new clothes. Not that she felt weak in her robes. The robs gave a visual impression of strength, her new clothes allowed that to be fully mirrored inside.
The Romulan strode to meet the couturier for lunch. since first meeting the pair had become quite close.
The svelte Cardassian woman sat, with her legs crossed, waiting for her new Romulan friend. Kattell was conventionally beautiful, a former Miss Cardassia Prime Winner, and a prize winning designer. Ora had to forge her own path to distance herself from the perception of her family.
The tall Cardassian stood as Olenna Mirok entered the quiet restaurant.
Olenna reched out to her friend on appraoch. "Kattell, so good to see you." She embreaced the designer.
"What has it been? A week?" Kattell chided.
Laughing as they parted, the Romulan rebuted. "It feels like longer."
They sat as a waiter approached. "What will it be today ladies?"
"Tossed Tellar greens, with uttaberry vinegarette." the Romulan respondeda glance at the menu.
The Cardaasian smiled and handed both menus to the waiter. " I'll have the same."
Taking the menus from Kattell, the waiterrr smiled and nodded before departing.
"So," said Olenna, pulling in her chair. "How's business?"
Ora crossed her legs again. The length of her skirt showed off her long, toned legs. "Business is as it always is, Olenna. " She coughed awkwardly. "I know you didn't ask me here to talk about me work."
Olenna shifted uncomfortably, "I don't know what you mean." She did not make eye contact.
The waiter arrived with their plates and set them down, along with their usual Andorian Glaciel Waters. "Here you go ladies."
"Thank you." said Olenna, still avoiding the Cardassian's gaze.
As the waiter left again, they unlikely friends locked eyes.
"I'm uneasy, okay?" said the Romulan finally.
The Cardassian picked up her fork. "Why? Because Galileo is finally departing soon?"
"Precisely." Said Olenna taking a bite.
The Cardassian sipped her water. "What do you have to be uneasy about?""
"This whole situation, I started so confident but then it seemed like one delay after another. The more time I had to think about it, the less confidence I felt." The Romulan offered.
The Cardassian nodded her understanding. "But you're Olenna Mirok, The Black Lady of Mhiessan. You can not forget that."
Olenna took a deep breath and her face broke into a smile."You're right, of course."
The pair continued their meal in comfortable silence.
Olenna stood as soon as she was finished. "I should pack. I have a ship to catch."
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Olenna Mirok
The Black Lady of Mhiessan
Kattell Ora
Couturier
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