She finds what she's looking for eventually, with considerable fidgeting, fumbling, and lip-biting.
Her speech of sorts opens with common knowledge about pon farr, of which none is new to anyone who can identify the phenomenon merely by virtue of "an unexpected need to meditate for seven days". And then: "If I am reading this speech then I have not found myself among the lucky half-Vulcans who evade the problem entirely, and have instead fallen prey to the unpredictable timing that affects those of us who do experience this phenomenon. I was not betrothed in childhood, and even if I had been, my intended would almost certainly have died when Vulcan was destroyed. I am prepared to address the issue with meditation and medication, but this would be at some risk to my life; exact figures regarding how much risk are unreliable due to the rarity of half-Vulcan half-humans. If, given the kindness of another person, I opt for the traditional satisfaction of the hormonal imbalance, there is no guarantee I will have the wherewithal to comprehend, let alone abide by, a change of mind during the process, which should be understood before beginning. Regarding practical matters - I will not regard assistance during this time as any sort of ongoing commitment - I am fitted with a contraceptive implant -" She trails off; there's a bit of formal thank-you-for-your-time language at the end but she's apparently opted to skip it in favor of scrunching her eyes shut and trembling violently. If she has any of the Vulcan emotional suppression, it's not helping her much now.
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Her speech of sorts opens with common knowledge about pon farr, of which none is new to anyone who can identify the phenomenon merely by virtue of "an unexpected need to meditate for seven days". And then: "If I am reading this speech then I have not found myself among the lucky half-Vulcans who evade the problem entirely, and have instead fallen prey to the unpredictable timing that affects those of us who do experience this phenomenon. I was not betrothed in childhood, and even if I had been, my intended would almost certainly have died when Vulcan was destroyed. I am prepared to address the issue with meditation and medication, but this would be at some risk to my life; exact figures regarding how much risk are unreliable due to the rarity of half-Vulcan half-humans. If, given the kindness of another person, I opt for the traditional satisfaction of the hormonal imbalance, there is no guarantee I will have the wherewithal to comprehend, let alone abide by, a change of mind during the process, which should be understood before beginning. Regarding practical matters - I will not regard assistance during this time as any sort of ongoing commitment - I am fitted with a contraceptive implant -" She trails off; there's a bit of formal thank-you-for-your-time language at the end but she's apparently opted to skip it in favor of scrunching her eyes shut and trembling violently. If she has any of the Vulcan emotional suppression, it's not helping her much now.