#trukingofskeletonhell

They're called Gloster Canaries.

I do hold a number of memories of my children that I am oddly fond of, although you are correct in that fondness can be illogical when it clouds one's judgement and rational thinking.

[Sarek pauses and hums before addressing his console and the question again.]

Spock's first word was 'puppy'. He was likely referencing I-Chaya and recalling the Terran children's books that Amanda preferred to read to him. An illogical word but endearing. After the discovery of his new ability, he referred to me as 'puppa' until the age of four, upon which he began to alternatively refer to me as my given name and 'father'.

Formality and respect are admired traits within Vulcan society and to address one's parents as anything but their title, either as mother or father or their position, is disrespectful. Despite this societal and cultural norm, however, I have found myself... on occasion... missing my brief time with Spock when I was 'puppa' and could make him laugh with an illogical contortion of my features or by hiding my face behind my hands.

[Sarek glances down at his clasped hands as if remembering Spock's childhood and Sarek's complicated role in it but he looks up again, cleans his throat, and continues.]

As for Sybok... he was always an exemplary student and at the top of his class at the Vulcan Learning Center. I was quite proud of him. I regretfully did not have a large part in his childhood after T'Rea was parted from us. I believe that Sybok's attempts at perfection were a result of my negligence and inactivity and only contributed to the illogical inadequacies he faced as an adult and as a member of V'tosh ka'tur.

I am fond of the memory of the first time Sybok did poorly on an assignment and was punished accordingly. I do not cherish his punishment, but I am grateful for it all the same -- it was there that Sybok made his first true friend. He was 12 years of age and was quite... energetic that entire week, more so than he had been for most of his adolescence. I appreciated the sight and I recall the memories of that time when I am tormented by the mysteries of his death.

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Animal Kingdom, published by G.B. Whitaker, London, June 1825

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From an 1880s French illustrated journal

I post a bunch through the season. But here’s a few more.

Konrad.

While he was a feral little goblin most of the time, he was clever. He was always thinking outside of the box when it came to warfare and combat. He was also, despite everything you’ve heard, a good conversationalist and a very bright mind. 

He tried to warn all of though, and we hurt him by not trusting his visions. He told me everything and I just...ignored it. I hurt him the day I told Dorn. And I can’t honestly believe I trusted Dorn. But then again, I thought I could since He was so dependable and someone to tell someone things! But no, I tell him my concerns and he goes and beats Konrad rotten about having “false” visions.