Ensign Emilia Krugol - Oh Sweet Homestead

[Renos]

((Mak’Ala City, Res Residence, Front Porch))

 

::Emilia stood firmly in front of the pearl white door of her former home. Her hand, balled into a fist, was raised to knock on the lukewarm wood before her, freezing barely centimetres above the pearl white surface. Emilia’s heart practically trembled in her chest.::

 

oO Deep breaths Emilia Oo

 

::Taking in a gulp of air, Emilia finally knocked on the door. Feeling as if a weight was lifted off her shoulder, Emilia’s arm retreated to her side. From the other side of a door, resounded a muffled, but loud female voice. Immediately Emilia assumed it was her mother coming to tend to the whoever was at the door.::

 

::The door swung open, revealing a tall, trill female, Emilia recognised the woman to be . Her dark hair suspended in a low ponytail. Her head was turned, facing behind her::

 

B. Res: I’ll be back in a second mother- ::Bisreel’s head moved slowly, locking eyes with Emilia for a split second, only to break the contact with an oddly strong embrace.:: Emilia!

 

::Bisreel’s suffocating hug caught Emilia by surprise, figuratively giving her a heart attack in the process. Bisreel backed off with a bright smile.::

 

Krugol: It’s so good to see you! I haven’t spoken to you in so long!

 

B. Res: Everyone’s waiting to see you! Come in!

 

::Bisreel stepped aside, her hands gripped firmly around the front door. Emilia thanked her and stepped inside, allowing the peculiarly fruity smell of home to invade her nostrils.::

 

((Mak’Ala City, Res Residence, Front Hallway))

 

::Shortly after the closing of the front door, Bisreel’s body brushed past Emilia, barely touching the warm, tangerine coloured wall. Bisreel’s hand motioned for Emilia to follow, gingerly, Emilia followed behind her eldest sister, somewhat careful not to disturb the peace of the house, with the sound of her heels against the hard, tiled flooring. Three distinct voices echoed through the house, each getting louder with each step the pair took to the kitchen.::

 

B. Res: You’re a little later than we thought! Good ol’ middle sister started to wonder if you were gonna show up!

 

::Brushing the comment aside, Emilia chuckled.::

 

Krugol: Well you know me, Bisreel! Window shopping is a very time consuming hobby. ::Jokingly, she tilted her head upwards.::

 

B. Res: Yeah, I know, I seem to remember a time where you made your two sisters wait ten minutes while you tried to give yourself another makeover.

 

::Bisreel chuckled triumphantly, swiftly ending the sisterly exchange.::

 

::The tangerine coloured walls passed by the pair of trill as they travelled down the hallway. Countless old pictures and family photos almost entirely covered the walls of the hallway, leaving little room for the technically orange backdrop to shine through, each framed in an old wooden frame. Shining its way through the kitchen, the bright trill sunlight highlighted the almost marble looking tiles beneath their feet. Basking in the colours cast by the walls around her, Emilia smiled joyously, her legs bouncing like springs as she took each step. The familiar family home, seeming to bring out many pleasant memories.::

 

B.Res: Mother!! We have a visitor

 

::Bisreel’s thunderous voice caused Emilia to visibly wince. The sheer volume of her sour tone was like a speaker at max volume.::

 

oO She takes after mother alright. There’s no doubt about that. Oo

 

((Mak’Ala City, Res Residence, Kitchen))

 

::The pair entered the kitchen to the sound of chatter, two Trill women leaned against the marble countertops, one trill, not much taller than Emilia, and the other seemed a little stockier build wise, but also seemed much older  in comparison. Their attention shifting to the arriving newcomers, greeting them with two surprised grins.::

 

A. Res: Emi!!

 

::Without even a chance to say a word, Emilia was overwhelmed by a suffocating hug. WIthout a second thought, she reciprocated the contact with an equally suffocating hug, squeezing Alu as tightly as possible.::

 

A. Res: Ouch! Too tight!

 

::Emilia broke the contact, grinning cheekily at Alu as their mother quickly interjected.::

 

M. Res: Leave some of her for the rest of us.

 

::Returning their grins, Emilia quickly made her way to the far side of the kitchen, shielding her eyes from the bright sun that shone through the large window.::

 

M. Res: I’ve missed you so much dear. ::Miraah wrapped her arm delicately around Emilia, planting a soft kiss on her cheek in the process.::

 

Krugol: ::Emilia pulled away, continuing on with her smile.:: Is father home?

 

::Just as their mother was about to open her mouth, Bisreel interjected.::

 

B. Res: You just missed him, he got a call from the institute. He said it was urgent.

 

::Upon hearing those words, Emilia’s grin dropped in a hint of disappointment. The one member of her family she perhaps missed the most, seemed as illusive as ever. But nobody could blame him for taking his work seriously, the family knew how much work life meant for a greying man like him.::

 

M. Res: You three have some catching up to do, why don’t you all go sit down, i’ll get some tea boiling, as well as bring out some food.

 

::As lovingly as ever, Miraah ushered the sibling out of the kitchen fairly light-heartedly. The three leaving through the short continuation of the hallway, presumably heading to the living room to continue on their catch up session::

 

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Ensign Emilia Krugol

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USS Gorkon

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Security/Tactical officer

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G239409EK0

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