Post by Isabeth on Jul 30, 2009 23:23:51 GMT -5
Far from looking like an office, it more resembled something from an exotic land, where soft materials draped the walls, covering the harsher, utilitarian lines, and shallow brassed bowls with water held oval slivers of candles. Gentle spiced scents rose from the unusual flowers that lay along a narrow, low table. A hammock, a couch, a reclining chair, a comfortable straight chair, and a thick mat on the floor were the choices for her guests to use while they spoke their thoughts, emotions, introspections.
Isabeth was as human as humans came, but she had been graced with an additional gift. Some called it empathy, some just thought she could read body language with remarkable skill. Whatever it was, it suited her role as counselor.
Since she was currently off duty, her attire was simple and as flowing as the decor in her office.
Sitting behind the the curved table that served as her desk, she began reviewing the crew files.
Isabeth was as human as humans came, but she had been graced with an additional gift. Some called it empathy, some just thought she could read body language with remarkable skill. Whatever it was, it suited her role as counselor.
Since she was currently off duty, her attire was simple and as flowing as the decor in her office.
Sitting behind the the curved table that served as her desk, she began reviewing the crew files.