Star Trek: Starbase 777 - modern-art-gallery

Wigran stood and pondered over some strange art. He had arrived earlier that day and decided to visit some of the local facilities. This particular facility presented unusual statues and paintings. Wigran knew of such things, but never had he seen this. It was called art he believed?

The ashen haired romulan looked around the gallery at the art pieces that were there. She never Normally cared for art but the gallery was something she wanted to see, it helped eased her worried mind.

He advanced along, dressed still in clothing consistent with a Vorta in the Dominion. He studied everything, but found it all was still pointless. The Founders, praise them, hindered his mind it seemed. He couldn't appreciate the art like everyone around him.

She was not looking around and she felt her form hit something No Someone she landed on her butt and she looked up "My apologies." She spoke.

"Good heavens," he said and nearly fell as well. However, he stood tall and dusted himself off. He wouldn't advance to help them up, instead he stared down upon them with a cocky smirk. "Perhaps you should keep your eyes open, yes?"

"Cocky one aren't you vorta?" She replied with an annoyed tone to her voice, Normally she was polite but her politeness only went so far

"Cocky? I suppose so, but you were the clumsy one," he said with amusement. He even gave a chuckle and tucked his arms behind his back. "I am Lieutenant Junior Grade, Wigran 2. Lovely meeting you."

She gracefully flips herself over but she was wary. "Areinnye s'aeorhinn. Pleasure." she replied

"You are going to stand, yes?" He gave a confused look and watched Areinnye as they were seated in the ground. He proceeded to offer a hand out and attempted to help them up.

"Yes but I do not need your help." She replied as she got up

"Very well then," he said and watched her as she rised from the ground. He continued to smirk as he did. There was an arrogance to his posture and his over all aura. "Now, explain the function of this gallery."

She raised her eyebrow annoyed and she looked at him annoyed. "What Vorta or the dominion dont have art?" She asked annoyed

"No need for it if honest," he said with a chuckle. He studied a peculiar statue and shook his head. It looked like a jumbled mess to him. "One does not need art or music when one serves the Founders. It is my purpose after all."

She rolls her eyes she was not in the mood to hear about the founders. "Art is apart of the cultures especially mine." She replied

"Hm, so tell me what it does? Does it have a purpose beyond just staring at it aimlessly?" He tilted his head slightly to one side. A pondering look resided on his face as he tried to make out the use of such useless things.

"It recognises history and a civilizations culture spanning across decades." She explained but she tries to keep herself calm

"Hm, it could be easier to just keep a log," he said and shook his head. He simply turned to look upon Areinnye and tucked his arms behind his back.

"Not really Because we dont know what everything was like then." She replied giving him a concerned look

"Hm, well," he said with a soft sigh and advanced over to another piece of art. It was paint streaked across the canvas and he furrowed his brows.

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