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theoldmansback) wrote2015-08-23 02:50 am
theoldmansback) wrote2015-08-23 02:50 am
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PROSE SAMPLE
(OOC Note: This sample was taken from the test drive meme and slightly expanded upon to meet the length requirement, and better demonstrate Jadzia's thought process and behaviour,since it was a bit under 250 words.)
[Certainly a young woman placing a hand to a tree and glowing isn't the oddest thing Jadzia has seen in this life (or any of her previous ones), but it still warrants a moment of attention.
She'd only just entered the garden area herself, curious as to whether its purpose was functional or aesthetic or some combination therein...and although she was no xenobotanist, she wasn't about to turn down the opportunity to examine some new species of flora. Besides, she knew a xenobotanist back home who would be thrilled to hear about anything she saw. And the array of floral manner both large and small was visually stunning, and scientifically, fascinating, of course, but the sight of someone communing (or that's what she was assuming it was for the time being) with the large tree in the centermost part of the atrium was far more fascinating than the plantlife in its own right.
As curious as she is though, Jadzia remains quiet, clasping her hands behind her back - an old habit that she was often told made her seem somewhat stiff - as she observes from a polite distance...there's something about the woman's concentration, her focus that makes it seem like it might be rude to interrupt just to ask a question, especially when she had no idea yet what it is that she might be interrupting. It could very well be a something spiritual, or culturally important in some way. It could even just be something very personal, and Jadzia has no interest in despoiling that in any way. She can wait.]
[Certainly a young woman placing a hand to a tree and glowing isn't the oddest thing Jadzia has seen in this life (or any of her previous ones), but it still warrants a moment of attention.
She'd only just entered the garden area herself, curious as to whether its purpose was functional or aesthetic or some combination therein...and although she was no xenobotanist, she wasn't about to turn down the opportunity to examine some new species of flora. Besides, she knew a xenobotanist back home who would be thrilled to hear about anything she saw. And the array of floral manner both large and small was visually stunning, and scientifically, fascinating, of course, but the sight of someone communing (or that's what she was assuming it was for the time being) with the large tree in the centermost part of the atrium was far more fascinating than the plantlife in its own right.
As curious as she is though, Jadzia remains quiet, clasping her hands behind her back - an old habit that she was often told made her seem somewhat stiff - as she observes from a polite distance...there's something about the woman's concentration, her focus that makes it seem like it might be rude to interrupt just to ask a question, especially when she had no idea yet what it is that she might be interrupting. It could very well be a something spiritual, or culturally important in some way. It could even just be something very personal, and Jadzia has no interest in despoiling that in any way. She can wait.]