Stahma Tarr is no one's fool (noonesfool) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-06-29 21:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, stahma tarr |
Who: Stahma
What: Stahma's had a very strange dream and has no idea what to make of it.
When: 6/29
Where: Her home
Warnings: None
Status: Narrative; complete
Well Stahma definitely couldn't say that she wasn't prepared for the oddities that happened in Orange County. After finding the Valar network a few weeks before, she'd quickly learned that events happened here that obviously didn't happen anywhere else. That giant spider thing? Was clearly one of those things. She'd also read talk about dreams, and she hadn't really known what that really meant. It seemed people dreamt of different lives, but Stahma hadn't paid close attention to those details. She'd read enough to have an idea of what people meant in regards to the dreams. However, she hadn't personally experienced anything herself. At least not until the previous night. Now she understood what people meant by dreams. This one had felt so real, and it definitely stood out as being totally different from any other dream she'd ever had.
Stahma not only dream of another life, but she was apparently an alien in it. A Castithan, to be precise. Her family was the same, as far as she could tell, aside from them looking alien. Both of her parents were still her parents in the dream, her older brother and younger sister were also there. Even though she was just a young child in the dream, it was obvious to her that her family was powerful and lived in absolute luxury. The culture though, that was very strange to her. Of course it would be strange given she wasn't even on Earth, but it was still a bit jarring. Even at a young age, the cultural differences were vast. She was already being groomed to one day be the perfect wife for some man she would be matched with when she came of age. Though that didn't stop Stahma from indulging her own likes, such as a Castithan version of poetry that was performed as opposed to being written. Of course at her age, it was largely just child's play. She tended to perform it for her little sister, mostly to entertain her if her mother was busy with something else or looking after her brother.
Yet even at that young age, Stahma saw a fire in herself, one that she had a feeling would one day spell trouble for anyone who would stand in her way. Being the kind of woman who easily recognized the flame of vitality and willpower in others, it was only fair that she recognized within herself. Those lilac colored eyes held such cunning intelligence at such a young age, Stahma had to wonder what she would grow to become.
So as Stahma sat at her dining room table having her breakfast and reading over the morning paper, she found her mind drifting back to the dream as well reflecting upon her own life. She had seen and experienced much in her life, and she had to wonder if her dream life would take a similar track. She had a life of privilege here just as she had in the dreams. Would she one day come to wield the power that she currently did? Perhaps her power wasn't precisely political, though she certainly had plenty of strings to pull in that respect back in Russia, but Stahma was entirely resourceful. The daughter of a former KGB officer who married into the Russian mafia, and was now co-head of one of the families. Stahma certainly had the life that she wanted as far as having whatever she wanted. She even had more money than she knew what to do with. She had a husband she loved, even if she tended to hate him just as much as she loved him at times, and she had a handsome son that she loved dearly. And then she'd unexpectedly reunited with Kenya here in Orange County, and that made her even happier.
Stahma had developed feelings for Kenya, even fallen in love with her, though she was not one to really admit to that out loud. Not yet, at any rate. She was more than happy that she was able to have this time with Kenya without her husband interfering. Even if her marriage tended to be wrought with infidelity, mostly on Datak's end, Datak seemed to be ultra possessive of her. Which sometimes it was flattering, but most times it wasn't. This time, she wasn't going to let go of Kenya if there was anything she could do about it. Besides, she'd been working hard the past couple months brokering deals with various crime families across America and the cartels in Mexico. She had more than earned the right to have some happiness and pleasure along with the heavy dose of business. A smirk curved her lips.
And then there was the fact she'd managed to run into Svetlana and her brother Dmitri here. Perhaps there was more than enough entertainment to keep her occupied here while she tended to business. Stahma sipped her tea when her butler entered with a phone.
"Madame, call from Moscow," he said as he held the phone out to her. She set her newspaper down.
"Thank you," she said as she took the phone and it was none other than her husband. And he was at least in a good mood, so her own mood wouldn't be ruined. After all, there was so much potential here in Orange County. She wasn't about to let any of it slip through her fingers if she could help it.