Map of Vashti
From my fanfic, “If I Let You Go.”
The Qowat Milat convent at South Station proved much larger than their Sanctuary at North Station. The building had an open floor plan with several levels and few walls; the Qowat Milat insisted upon openness in all things. Instead, they hung curtains to keep out bad weather. Since the weather was fine today, the convent rooms and cloisters were revealed for all to see.
The main difference between the two communities was that Zani's had been built in a tree, which reminded Tristan of the Swiss Family Robinson. Both places made him uneasy, like he was exposed – which, of course, he was.
Calan was their abbess at this convent. Latra explained the situation and she permitted them to stay while Tristan conducted his business.
"Our home and our hearts are open to you, Prince," Calan said, moving her hands in the opening book action.
Tristan returned the greeting. "I am grateful."
"And I am grateful to meet one such as you. You are living proof that Romulans and Terrans can co-exist in peace. We do not see many examples of that on Vashti."
"It must be tiring to have to always be the ones to set the example," Tristan surmised.
Calan smiled. "There is freedom in Absolute Candor."
He considered the statement. "I can see that. I confess I'm still getting used to it. To tell the truth, I'm not sure I ever will."
