Seeking Balance

[pronounsarehard]

Ezri sat down in her empty room, the door open and sat poised in front of a newly replicated keyboard. It was harder to ignore Joran now that she had gone through with the Rite of Emergence. He wasn't buried, and she had trouble suppressing him as deeply as Jadzia had. But maybe suppressing him wasn't completely necessary. Joran was a part of Dax whether she approved of his actions or not, and at least her training as a counselor told her that suppressing part of yourself wasn't healthy.

It was one thing embrace his actions, but there was nothing wrong with his skills as a musician--even if that talent most likely came from the same pool that made him an excellent killer. Exacting precision, patience and probably a bit of arrogance. The part of her that used to be Joran was almost sad that for so long he had been ignored. Dax hadn't been whole. Even now, as Ezri fought him.

So, Ezri released her grip, and let her fingers glide and press over the keys. It had been so long since Dax had played.

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[whereishe]

Yuna just smiled. "It's alright. It's my fault." She didn't let most things get to her and she could understand the need to keep a melody pure. "I've studied music so I can understand." It was more complicated than just studying but it wasn't something that Yuna spoke of often so she left it at that.

She took a step in and leaning against the wall. With that she would be respectful and quiet listening to the lovely tune and appreciating its sound.