Dhivael ir-Elehu t'Vrenak (stoic_dhivael) wrote in manchester_rpg, @ 2010-07-14 17:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | britta, dhivael, kaydence |
Wednesday, July 14th, 2010
Who: Britta Von Croy, Dhivael ir-Elehu t'Vrenak, and Kay Tydler
What: Accidentally breaking social norms
When: Wednesday, July 14th, 2010; Noon
Where: University Cafeteria
Rating: PG-13
Status: Complete
“Nevala, must you go? You can do more good on ch’Havran than on Earth. Many Rihannsu already study the Earthlings in their own environment. There is also a good match for you here. Your father and I have discussed your finally taking a mate. We feel you are ready.” Dhivael simply gazed at the woman who had birthed her. No emotion showed on either of their faces, but the woman before her obviously wanted her daughter to stay. Losing a child would be felt to a minor extent, and she would likely not return for a decade or more.
“No, Ariennye.” Dhivael used her mother’s spirit name as the woman had used hers. Only those closest to them would know their spirit names. “I have much curiosity for their kind. I want to know why they act as they do, why they feel. I have felt this interest since I learned of them. I wish to understand them. I cannot do that on my home planet. You understand. One would not keep you from your inventions. You will not keep me from this. I can always take a mate another time.”
“You are right. I wish you prosperity, Nevala, in all things.” They lifted their hands to one another in parting, but they did not touch.
“I wish you long life.” Dhivael reciprocated.
Dhivael ir-Elehu t’Vrenak had been on Earth for three months, four days, seven hours, eleven minutes, and twenty-nine seconds according to the planet’s method of date and of time keeping. It had been everything she had thought it would be and more. In some ways, she was surprised by things she had known would be in this place. The computers, for instance, were extremely slow compared to the ones in ch’Havran. The people were also more… intense than she had thought they would be.
Watching humans interact with one another on a disc was nothing in comparison to watching them in person. They were a strange species, and she often wondered how they could possibly be related to her people aside from many of their internal workings and physical shape. Well, not all humans possessed the shape of the Rihannsu. Many were a lot bigger, containing more muscle mass or larger quantities of fat. Most of the Rihannsu were very thin like Dhivael herself. In fact, a humanoid had approached her with a flier that detailed a help center for women with eating disorders which had been very curious, indeed.
Dhivael had been curious, so she had attended the meeting that had been organized. It had been filled with women weeping and some who had shouted in a fury that the Rihan could not understand. “Why do you not simply eat as your body requires, no more and no less?” She had asked them. They had all gone silent at that point, and the looks on their faces had been indecipherable though she had later learned it had been something called shock.
“You’re one to talk, Annie Annorexia.” A very large woman with bushy eyebrows had said angrily.
“My name is Dhivael ir-Elehu t’Vrenak.” She had corrected. There had been no emotion in her voice as she had said it, for no insult had been made. She had merely felt she was helping the woman who had seemed to not know her name. “I do not suffer from an eating disorder. I eat what must be eaten to maintain a healthy body.”
They had all stared at her blankly for a moment before one of them had squealed. “Oh, my God! You’re an alien!”
Dhivael’s eyebrows had risen in curiosity. “Yes. You are correct.”
She had been promptly and somewhat peacefully dismissed amidst the screams. Apparently, humans were not very fond of her kind.
Now, she stood in the cafeteria of Alden University. She had one class for the summer, but that was on Fridays. The rest of her courses would be held in the autumnal season of the Earth year of 2010. However, she had wanted to begin immediately in the hopes that she would gain understanding of what it meant to be an Earthling sooner.
Once she had gathered her sustenance, she looked around the cafeteria. Just as she had thought, noon was the precise time for people to ingest one of three meals for their day. Many students sat at the large tables talking or reading. She decided to begin slowly with these people. She did not wish for them to dismiss her as the humans had done at that meeting.
Seeing a young woman without the buds of what were called headphones in her ears, she decided that would be a good place to start. Her blond hair was curious for her, for none on Dhivael’s home planet had such a colouring though there was a sister race on a nearby planet that contained people who were fairer.
She sat across from the woman without preamble, setting her tray on the table. “Hello, woman of Earth. My name is Dhivael ir-Elehu t’Vrenak. Will you tell me your name?”