Both Jirok and T’Sawa asked that I stay for the first few days of negotiations, though I’m not sure why. I spent most of my time sneaking looks at the progress reports on the examination of the Deborah Sampson’s warp core.
By the time I was free, all the interesting engineering work had been done. But I did finally have time to do some hiking in the Forge. And that brings me to something that I could really use your advice on.
It was late in the day and I was heading back to ShiKahr, tired, thirsty, and a little bloody but feeling a sense of accomplishment, when I heard a kind of loud whimpering. You might have thought I learned my lesson earlier, but I didn’t. I stopped and looked for the source of the noise.
I found it stuck it a crevice. It was a sehlat cub that, I imagine, had fallen and wedged itself in pretty tight trying to struggle back out. I didn’t know how long it had been there. It seemed to be getting quieter as I listened, which made me think it was on the verge of exhaustion. Even if not, I didn’t think it would survive the night. I had some rope with me, which I managed, after about a dozen tries, to loop around its torso, under its front legs. I pulled and it seemed to rouse itself a little, scrambling against the rock.
When it was near enough to the top, I made the probably stupid decision to reach down and lift it up by hand. Had it been anything but depleted, I should have lost a finger or two doing that. But it let me lift it, without protest. I expected it would scamper away as soon as it was free, but it didn’t. It—she got really quiet and settled into my arms. I carried her all the way back to the city.
I guessed that there would be some official I was expected to hand her over to, but I learned that—I hesitate to say this while we’re still in orbit here—there’s something truly illogical about Vulcans’ relationships with sehlats. Nearly everyone I talked to since finding her had a pet sehlat as a child, and, rather than getting a stern lecture (like my father was likely to give—the only times he was ever stern) on not removing living things from their natural habitats, I received more advice on how to take care of her than I can remember. The assumption universally seemed to be that she was mine now, or maybe I was hers.
I thought for sure that I’d need to hand her over to someone or fill out some official request to keep her when I returned to the Deborah Sampson, but there was only more advice. The transporter tech who beamed me up suggested a few shavings of aratya root with every meal to keep her coat nice and full.
Tazi—the name I’ve picked for her, which is Trill for something like irrational joy—she’s lying on my bed right now chewing on one of the stuffed toys I replicated for her. She’s disemboweled three already this evening—their white puffy stiffing is all over my quarters. I’ve been letting her accompany me around the ship, too. I can’t see keeping her trapped in my quarters. The crew seems to enjoy her and she’s really taken to playing fetch. I have no idea whether other sehlats do that. Both Sayvok and T’Pell seemed surprised.
I’m beginning to think that this might not be the right arrangement for her, though. I look at her and I wonder if she misses home. I don’t want to take her away from everything she knows. I’ve considered bringing her to the holodeck and running a Vulcan simulation, but I’m not even sure if those simulations match sehlat senses. Maybe the whole thing would look wrong in the ultraviolet—if they see in that range—or smell totally off in ways that would panic more than soothe her. I understand feeling out of place. But, at the same time, I can’t deny that there’s a bond between us. Or am I just imagining that? Am I being selfish?
I wanted to get your opinion on this. Maybe you don’t know me well enough to really answer any of these questions, but I think you might have a valuable perspective I could use. I know you mentioned on Earth that Ea ships often have animals on them. How does that work? I was especially curious whether you have any ideas—if she stays, that is—on Tazi-proofing the ship. I don’t want her biting through a plasma conduit. How do the Ea keep things like that from happening.
I should be getting back to work. We’ll be breaking orbit soon and heading off for an extended exploration mission in the Delta Volanis Cluster shortly. I can’t deny the appeal of that. I’m looking forward to charting nebulae and cataloguing new plants. It’s definitely time for a little peace and quiet.