> > "No time like the present," he told her. He approached her and placed his > hands on her face in the right positions. It still felt awkward, this > Vulcan thing, especially since he wasn't as adept at it as he would like to > be. He closed his eyes and reached out to her in his mind, probing for her > consciousness, while keeping an eye out for a stack of walled off memories > he'd left behind last time he'd been here.
Carrhae's eyes drifted closed. Slowly, as she added her own limited skills to the meld, Kitanya, the room, the universe, receded. All that remained was the two of them. <Beloved> she thought in greeting in Rihannsu. He was certain she could hear his smile. <[Careful, my love, for the meaning of words is of the utmost importance. Calling me your beloved is only likely to make me fall even more in love with you and then you run the risk of having me embarrass you with some small public display of affection.]> (eh?) <[I can feel the memories. Hold to me, they are drawing us closer.]> Together, they drifted almost lazily through her mind, traveling through memories that clearly were not his, until they came to a place where something that was probably supposed to be a wall but was instead a rather leaky dike stood. More or less. <[I must apologize for the crude workmanship,]> he thought to her drily as his mind's eye surveyed the mess. <[Granted, there was something of the pressure of time, but nonetheless.... To leave this kind of debris laying about and then to take credit for the construction? I should be flogged.]> (anything to add?) A long moment while his mind surveyed the rubble, and thought through the options. <[A dam, I think,]> he told her, <[under your control, so that you can close the gates at least for the present, and then open them at your leisure. And a sluiceway, to allow a small trickle to run now to keep the pressure from building. Your thoughts?]>
