Kai held the long, thin vial in his hand for a moment as though approximating its weight in grams, before raising it to eye level and allowing the light from the wall units to shine through the blue iridescent liquid within. Extracted from the root of the
orciatica plant on his home planet, the concentrated liquid could be mixed with just about anything in order to help cleanse the body and the mind, as well as act as a topical antiseptic when applied to bandages and the like. The Ithlo gazed almost hypnotically as he gently shook the contents, the liquid swishing around, kicking up the tiniest of glittering particles which acted as the main agent for its health properties. Deemed a "magical flower", no one could really trace just when the
orciatica1 first bloomed on the Ithlo's homeworld of Loza, but most would speculate that it was formed at the same time the planet had been, making it a significant part of Ithlo culture and perhaps even the reason the planet itself has thrived for as long as it has.
The debate could be heard clear down the main corridor of the Lux, those two were at it again, which had really only become a tradition before just about any take off. Kai'mos despised the incessant bickering between the pilot and the engineer, but he kept it to himself as most things he may not agree with, allowing such trivial events to slowly evaporate into the greater universe, replacing his mind with peace and focus as it was meant to be. Anger, pain, and a myriad of emotions were all but a distraction, and were easy enough to control to a certain degree, but it was a moment of attaining contentment that made an Ithlo who they were. Peace in the face of adversity was the true mark of his species.
Peace. Sure.The footsteps were unmistakable to Kai’s ears, something he’d learned to notice over the last few months of being aboard the ship. An individual’s footsteps said a lot of them. This particular set came from the human known as “Teg”, and someone that the Ithlo had -strangely enough- come to admire in a way that even alluded him at times. Was it her gender? The way she carried herself with such confidence? Or, perhaps, simply the fascination with the human species? Their kind were always so fickle in their ways, straying from one extreme to another as though they could not settle any single thought. Teg, in a way, was no different than the average human, but she was also not the same. She cared about her own personal being. Her appearance, posture, wardrobe, and even the subtleties of her hair were tended to with proper care and attention. This was admirable, especially amongst the Ithlo.
But, once again, Kai scarcely approached her as he did not want to give off the wrong impressions. Ithlo social customs were fairly strict, and anything that seemed as though it would be considered fraternization was frowned upon, especially during time of work. A formal greeting perhaps? Kai’s head turned slightly as the woman made her way down the corridor, and his lips parted as though he was about to say something, but then, no sound was heard as he simply watched her pass by the medbay entry giving no thought to the silent onlooker.
“Brilliant.” He muttered, shaking his head in mild disappointment, allowing a slight sigh to escape as he continued to sort the remaining medical supplies.
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