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[July 20][Original] I'm Like a Star
Title: I'm Like a Star
Day/Theme: Jul 20, 2009 "to give birth to a dancing star"
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Saselia, Bashir
Rating: G
"Did you know that in the Ghirans they have seven different gods?" Saselia whispered, staring up through the glass-domed roof at the twinkling stars.
"The faith doesn't reach far, does it?" Bashir answered just as quietly. Fado and Simcha were still up playing cards and sucking on honey candy from the Isagani Market, but Bashir and Saselia didn't want to disturb any of the other pilgrims resting on the rough cots of the way station.
"I wonder why. It's so old and it's answered all the needs and questions of people in all parts of Silesia for so long- it even lasted in the breakaway provinces during all their decades alone. It's got to have something special to it," she agreed.
Bashir lifted his left arm from his side to fold it back, tucking his wrist under the back of his head. He had no pillow and it felt strange to lie with his head flat down at the same angle as the rest of his body. It seemed impolite to blurt out, "You're not very religious, are you?" so he restrained himself. It might be an unfounded opinion after all. It was only a feeling he got when she spoke about the faith that way. She didn't mean it badly, and she was no heretic, just a bit less observant than the community he had come from. That hadn't been what he expected to encounter while making a pilgrimage. Fado fit his idea of a pilgrim the best out of all the travelers he had interacted with long enough to feel able to judge.
His long silence made Saselia wonder if Bashir had fallen asleep or if she had said something to upset him. Marking religion as an understandably touchy subject, she let her thoughts slide more into the category of myth. "Did you know that in Catalonia they call a shooting star a "dancing star?" Of course, in Catalonia they think all the stars are dancing. It's just that the usual sedate stars dance in place and those ones spin around all over the sky."
His smile spread slowly in the dark. He had much more in common with those stars that held their position than the excitable moving ones. "How do they explain the changes in the sky over the seasons then?" he queried, seriously considering this Catalonian view of the heavens.
"Well, the stars are dancing on a moving stage," she answered matter-of-factly.
"And then why do certain stars decide to dance out of position?"
When she leaned her head back further she could see the top of his head, with his unbraided hair in a loose ponytail falling gently over the back of the cot. He was wistfully looking up at the heavens. "Because it's their nature," she said.
Day/Theme: Jul 20, 2009 "to give birth to a dancing star"
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Saselia, Bashir
Rating: G
"Did you know that in the Ghirans they have seven different gods?" Saselia whispered, staring up through the glass-domed roof at the twinkling stars.
"The faith doesn't reach far, does it?" Bashir answered just as quietly. Fado and Simcha were still up playing cards and sucking on honey candy from the Isagani Market, but Bashir and Saselia didn't want to disturb any of the other pilgrims resting on the rough cots of the way station.
"I wonder why. It's so old and it's answered all the needs and questions of people in all parts of Silesia for so long- it even lasted in the breakaway provinces during all their decades alone. It's got to have something special to it," she agreed.
Bashir lifted his left arm from his side to fold it back, tucking his wrist under the back of his head. He had no pillow and it felt strange to lie with his head flat down at the same angle as the rest of his body. It seemed impolite to blurt out, "You're not very religious, are you?" so he restrained himself. It might be an unfounded opinion after all. It was only a feeling he got when she spoke about the faith that way. She didn't mean it badly, and she was no heretic, just a bit less observant than the community he had come from. That hadn't been what he expected to encounter while making a pilgrimage. Fado fit his idea of a pilgrim the best out of all the travelers he had interacted with long enough to feel able to judge.
His long silence made Saselia wonder if Bashir had fallen asleep or if she had said something to upset him. Marking religion as an understandably touchy subject, she let her thoughts slide more into the category of myth. "Did you know that in Catalonia they call a shooting star a "dancing star?" Of course, in Catalonia they think all the stars are dancing. It's just that the usual sedate stars dance in place and those ones spin around all over the sky."
His smile spread slowly in the dark. He had much more in common with those stars that held their position than the excitable moving ones. "How do they explain the changes in the sky over the seasons then?" he queried, seriously considering this Catalonian view of the heavens.
"Well, the stars are dancing on a moving stage," she answered matter-of-factly.
"And then why do certain stars decide to dance out of position?"
When she leaned her head back further she could see the top of his head, with his unbraided hair in a loose ponytail falling gently over the back of the cot. He was wistfully looking up at the heavens. "Because it's their nature," she said.