>The D'amondra Clone was examining the table of Venasian edibles. She
took
>a
>sip of the blended herbal tea offered to her by the Chef, and seeming to
>find it to her liking, held onto it.
With a shrewd look at the Clone, T'remea Dolari Haryail suddenly commented
to the Plantoc, "T'remea D'amondra's reassignment must have changed her
tastes quite a bit, Plantoc. Ambassador D'amondra never used to like the
bitter H'ornam tea that the Chef is serving; she was so renowned for
liking
for the sweet Sh'umara tea that one tea manufacturer even named a line of
Sh'umara after her."
T'Kresh was surprised by Haryail's comments. It was not so much because
the
information was not true, but because she had not noticed it. She had not
been paying that much attention to the details as she should have been.
"You
are correct. Perhaps, she has made some life changes since her
reappointment," she said wondering if there was something more to all of
these differences
in her former colleague.
Celana D'amondra looked in Haryail's direction with a nonplussed expression.
"Perhaps my taste for H'ornam did not develop as fast as certain changes
in your life, T'remea Haryail." She didn't need to point out the blinking
implants on the Ambassador's face and hands.
Fleetmaster T'landran stepped in quickly. "What T'remea D'amondra has been
so kind to conceal is that Venasian military ships are not stocked with
Sh'umara; its sugar content makes it a rather perishable item, and its
preparation requires too much time and a delicate touch. The only teas
available to her aboard the ships where she has been residing are the
H'ornam, Dulna, and Preoar varieties."
A'amon nodded in agreement, but Haryail looked unconvinced. She said
nothing more, however.
-S
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