Pinkie Pie, Meet Blueberry

Posted on Tue Aug 11th, 2020 @ 7:29am by Lieutenant JG Miraj Derani & Lieutenant JG Gallia Norris

Mission: Season 3: Episode 4: Cause and Effect
Location: Mess Hall
Timeline: after emerging from the Void
1312 words - 2.6 OF Standard Post Measure

Gallia, not wanting to cook after Tayalas's doctor's appointment, had decided she would swing by the mess hall with the little blue angel, who was not really happy because she was really hungry, "I's okay, Tay, Mum's gonna get ye yer chicken nuggies." Gallia promised, "Jus' gimme a minute."

"Sana." Tayalas replied, her voice showing her annoyance, this time it meant, 'Hurry, mommy, I'm hungry!'

She was not going to be able to get their food and carry it back while carrying a fussy toddler, she was going to need help. She looked around for someone she knew, thinking she came up emtpy, until a head full of particularly beautiful hair caught her eye, Ens. Derani! Miraj, i's me, Gallia, this is me daughter, Tayalas, would ye mind lettin' her sit with ye while I fetch our lunch, darlin'?"

Miraj, absorbed in a Bloodbeard the Pirate novel looked up with a surprised expression, sh'ed been so absorbed it took a her a moment to remember wher she was. "Oh, er. yes, Commander. Absolutely." She wiggled over there was a space next to her for the child to sit in. "Hi, Tayalas."

"Tayalas, this is Ens. Derani, or Miraj." Gallia informed her child, "Be good for her and keep her company for a few minutes while I get our food, darlin."

"Okay, mommyy." Tayalas smiled, though she wondered what her mommy meant about the woman with the pretty pink hair being a mirage. Mommy Kara had read her a story about a man in the desert trying to find his way out who had seen a mirage, they disappear as soon as you get near them because they're not real, she seemed real enough. There was only one way to know for sure, "I Tayalas, I can has huggie?" If the pink haired lady hugged her, she was real, if she vanished, she really was a mirage and mommy had just left her alone.

"Er." Miraj wasn't used to children. She'd been the baby on her father's ship and none of his employees had every stayed once their own babies were on the way. "Sure."

Tayalas leaned forward and wrapped her tiny arms around her new friend and squeezed, cooing a little as she did, "You no miwage, you weal." She said happily, she already liked this person a lot and would've cried if she vanished. She reached up and gently stroked the woman's pink hair, she loved pink! "Pwetty!"

No miwage? It took Miraj a minute to figure it out. "Oh. Not mirage. Miraj." she emphasised the hard a and j sounds. She tried moving her hair away from the tangling little fingers. "Carefull, don't fall." she was conscious that the toddler was standing up on the bench trying to reach her bunches and didn't want her to slip.

"Okay, Miwaj." Tayalas replied with a big smile, taking her fingers out of the woman's pink hair, "I wike you. You wike me?"

"er, yes, of course," Miraj said. What sort of monster tells a two year old they didn't like them? Then again, why would a baby even ask, if she hadn't been given reason to doubt it. "I can teach you a song if you like?"

"Yay!" Tayalas cooed, "I wuv singy sing. We singy sing togeffer, Miraj?"

Miraj then had to think. She could remember the sort of songs she'd sung when she was little and yes, there had been Twinkle Twinkle and Row, Row, Row, your boat. But the ones she'd enjoyed had been the ones some of her father's crew had taught her.

"𝅘𝅥𝅮 𝅘𝅥𝅮
I courted an officer's daughter, she wanted a rough sailor man. She showed me largess... and lifted her dress... And now she's an officer's mess! A mess! Now she's an officer's mess!
𝅘𝅥𝅮 𝅘𝅥𝅮"

"Now she an occifer's mess!" Tayalas sang along, enjoying this time with her new friend.

Miraj grinned, The little girl was enjoying the bouncing tune "𝅘𝅥𝅮 𝅘𝅥𝅮 I courted the carpenters daughter; she wanted some rough with her plane. She put a hand on my rocks, without fear of the pox...Now she's got a large tool in her box! Her box! She's got a large tool in her box!
𝅘𝅥𝅮 𝅘𝅥𝅮"

"She got a warge toow box!" Tayalas sang, not really getting the words or their meanings, let alone the double entendres, but mainly enjoying the tune itself, which she figured would be better with music.

Mraj was enjoing herself now. the filthy folk song was familier ground, and was the background music for many happy memories.

𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮 I courted the fishmonger's daughter, she said that she'd rather have meat. I'm proud to admit it...went just as you'ld will it...Cos she laid on the slab and said, fillet! Fillet! She laid on the slab and said fillet!" 𝅘𝅥𝅮 𝅘𝅥𝅮"

"Fiwwit, fiwwit!" Tayalas sang as she noticed her mommy and, just as importantly, her nuggies arrive at the table, "Mommyy! Miwaj teach me new songy song."

"Aye, so I heard." Gallia laughed, she should be furious with Derani for teaching her daughter that horribly lewd song, but since she knew Tayalas didn't understand the words, only the melody, she wasn't, "Dae ye mind if we sit wit ye?"

Miraj looked embarrassed for a moment at being caught teaching naughty songs. "Not at all. Though we may be getting some funny looks." She grinned at Tayalas. "She's got a set of lungs on her."

"Aye, tha she does." Gallia laughed, "Loves tae sing, too."

"I wub singy sing." Tayalas agreed quickly, "Moosic is good."

"Yes it is." Miraj said. "Though I can just about carry a tune in a bucket, I wouldn't take too many lessons from me though," she warned Tayalas. "I don't know a lot of children's songs."

"She knows 'em all." Gallia laughed, "She can teach ye."

"Wight! I teach oo, Miwaj." Tayalas said with a smile, pointing to her new friends hair, "Mommy, wook, so pwetty."

"thanks. Your's is pretty too." She looked at the little Andorian, and then to the human she called mummy. There was a story there. "Can you brush it yourself yet? Or does mummy still do it?"

"Mommyy help me, I brushy brush my teefies doe." Tayalas replied proudly.

"Well done. Very independent. Next you'll be shooting phasers and flying ships." Miraj grinned. "Or helping mummy keep the ship running."

"Mommyy say we wearn to shoot a bow first." Tayalas replied, "Wike she did."

Miraj looked at the commander. "Archery? And I thought I had some prehistoric skills."

"Aye, it mebbe nearly the twenty-fifth century but I'm still a Scot, we pride ourselves on our skills wif a bow." Gallia boasted, though it was a fact, she was very proud that, should it be needed, she could feed herself and her family with her bow, and she can toss a caber like there's no tomorrow, "Scotland isnae gonna change that mooch, even in another twenty five centuries."

"I never knew that," Miraj took another mouthful of her salad. "I thought that was the English."

"Oh, Miraj, darlin', there isnae a thing an Englishman can dae that a Scot cannae dae better." Gallia laughed, "Mah Sister, Dolana, may she rest in peace, she could part yer lovely hair at sixty meters with an arrow. Find me anyone from ol' blighty whet can dae that."

Miraj shrugged. "I can't imagine there are many people anywhere who can do that. Most people cant shoot straight with a phaser, let alone ancient weapons."

Then her comm badge went off, "Ensign Derani," came the disemboded voice through the pin. "You are needed on the bridge."

Miraj blew out a breath at the unwanted interruption. "Sorry. Have to run." She picked up her padd and chugged down her half finished milkshake before giving Tayalas a warm smile. "It was lovely to sing with you." She nodded to the COO. "Ma'am."

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