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Post by Cat on Jun 13, 2017 18:36:19 GMT
On the safe side of the brambles sat the white woman, a ghostly image before the backdrop of greenery and a thicket of less-than-pleasantries. Her pastel visage was soft, a proper antonym to the harshness that separated her from the rest of the world; rivers and dales freely accessible to her six, but beyond the gaze of cerulean eyes was the north, foreign land beyond the foliage wall. Quietly, she hummed to herself, consideration painting her an odd mix of complacent yet pensive.
Sat quietly, tail tucked alongside hind legs, naught but her flank rising and falling in due time made her appear anything but statuesque, though the palette of this portrait rendered her an oddity. There was much to do, and slowly but surely were things beginning to come together. Ouranias could not help feeling a sense of unease about the future, but that thought was left to simmer on the backburner for the time being. It was a waste of time worrying for tomorrow when today had yet to happen.
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Post by Kim on Jun 14, 2017 17:16:38 GMT
The fair dove, the lady dressed in fire and purity, was one who passed quietly from place to place as though a ghostly figure. There was hardly a sound where delicate paws touched the Earth and she may as well have been an angel in flight for the way her stride was simple a glide of stepping paws. There was but a simple path for her to take and yet it was one with many branching outlets-- this one in particular, of course, was one destined to end in the presence of her mother. The pure dove tracked her down with little fanfare or difficulty. The long-legged darling simply picked up the pace with purpose and her peaceful expression was one lifted and bright like the sunshine overhead that danced over her coat and dappled her in flame.
Her greeting was simple; the pale dove dipped her skull to gently present her mother with a greeting kiss to her crown before she spoke. "Greetings, Mother." Her tone was warm with affection and yet was it not the same warmth she showed to the world? Star was as kind as they came-- perhaps to a fault, of course, but hers was a mercy the world perhaps did not know it needed?
"You seem thoughtful, is there something troubling you?" Star simply came to settle at her mother's side like a dutiful student and as daughter in the same breath. Her green eyes were lifted to focus upon the same distance her mother took in. Though she perhaps could not see what focal point had drawn her attention, Star simply waited for whatever information her mother wished to share. Even if it was nothing more than a peace between them, it was a moment she'd accept for she did not truly ever seek to peel information from an unwilling mind. |
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Post by Cat on Jun 14, 2017 20:33:06 GMT
"Salutations, Firestar."
The holy mother returned simply, quietly, her gaze unwavering despite the warm response to her daughter's arrival. The Scion's perception should not have taken her off guard, but there was a change felt as of late that the white woman could not quite place her finger on. Still, her own feelings had to be squashed; there were others things to care for at hand.
"There is nothing troubling me, my sweet Scion, that cannot be resolved with time." Finally now, eyes of the bluest skies befell her child, and golden ears harked to her. "But I must ask of you, how do you see yourself within our society? And within the entire realm of society?" A pause, not long enough to invite answer, but long enough to suggest the amount of thought required for the answers sought was of fair heft. Not that the young woman before her would need the reminder or suggestion; it was merely an action of rote instinct.
"I know that Caeleste has struggled in your time, in different ways than Zero struggled in mine, but the time of quietude I feel is coming to pass. And it is important you are prepared for the days ahead."
There were several things in mind, in fact, but for now it was an open conversation instead of a closed preaching; so, the lordly lady resigned to silence thereafter, looking about Firestar expectantly. There would be no right or wrong answers, just insight garnered from the leader of the next era. Whether or not she felt that weight - a mere fraction of the weight her mother was subject to in her Scion youth - was something that remained to be seen.
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Post by Kim on Jun 16, 2017 18:09:01 GMT
The generalized peace and calm was something Star had grown accustomed to. Her life was simple-- separated from the world, perhaps, but something she had been used to since the day she was born. The periodic time with others felt like a small blip in comparison to the times she spent on her own exploring and learning the world in her general vicinity. It made her perceptive when she studied and learned and memorized the way the world around her looked-- from the scenery to the expressions of those she spent the most time with, the Scion was well aware when something seemed out of place. While not obvious, she could tell her mother's mind was... somewhere.
Even though she could have doubted, Firestar accepted her mother's answer without hesitation. It left a lot to mystery but there was only trust that Oura would be able to handle and see a resolution. The inquisition to follow had her eyes drifting back to her mother with an open curiosity. It was a broad question for sure and not quite expected. The time to formulate an answer was short for her mother continued on with only that indication that the conversation itself was rather deep. The thoughtful darling just flicked an ear-- perhaps an errant thought or a stray bug-- before she replied.
"We have seem... distant from the far society just as we have been distant within." She lifted her head to the world beyond them as though to point out how... spacious everything was. "In my time, finding interaction with others was sparse. It has been as though the world simply separated and great rifts came between us all." Her attention danced back to her mother. "If the world is changing, then I am prepared." That alone spoke plenty on Firestar as a whole. She had no fear of change, no fear that the world would bring her something she could not embrace. The merciful dove would ever be the beacon of peace. |
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Post by Cat on Jun 16, 2017 22:17:19 GMT
A solemn nod, nondescript. There could be no denying her daughter's words, not that such an action would ever even be considered; for all intents and purposes the young woman was her equal in rank, even if she was less weathered and wise because of it. "I would like for Caeleste to re-enter the world," she poised, a sincere mystique ever giving pregnant pause to her words. They were always ripely chosen, never rote. "First, however, we must gather and resolidify the hierarchy and those within. We cannot expect them to help others when they are in need of help themselves."
Especially when they were spread so thin; there was no outward frown to be found, but the celestial leader couldn't help the fleeting disheartment at what had become of her inherited kingdom, to think the echoes of ancient war could spread so far.
"I have sent word for all of the wandering Gregori to return to us, barring, of course, the fallen. You may therefore encounter angels you know not; welcome them well." Ouranias knew she needed not command her daughter's best behavior thence forth; her decree was meant more as a heads up of sorts, that traffic may or may not increase. And yet, there was more. "One watcher has already returned, a Malakh just a bit younger than you, Firestar. Her name is Lyra, and she has just finished her third sacrament. I have not ascended her yet, however," Pause was had briefly, a nod to the east. " For it is your time now to learn to take up that helm. You should find her by the river; how you choose to tell her of her rise to Archmalakh is your sole decision."
That would be the only information her daughter would receive on that particular matter; it was pivotal that she knew only the bare minimum of necessities in order to truly address Lyra in her own way, to carve her own path as to the sort of Scion she would truly and fully blossom into. Anything else, of course, and the white lady would profess further, but for now any beat given would be taken up so that she could gaze upon her daughter belovedly, so proud of the woman she was becoming, and the kingdom she would one day lead.
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Post by Kim on Jun 19, 2017 2:36:30 GMT
The wise young daughter could only listen and reply as invited. She took to absorbing the world like a natural and that often meant she assessed a reply before she truly shared what her mind created. She lacked the wisdom of age despite the intelligence to her words and it involved a fair bit of calculating to ensure she did not speak something out of turn or in an illogical fashion. It would not serve to make an error simply because she leapt to a conclusion before she contemplated her answer.
All that her mother spoke was logical and her initial nod was an answer in agreement. Indeed, it would benefit to draw the ranks together before stepping into a world that potentially was not prepared to accept them. It was how the world worked-- something new was not necessarily something welcome and invited. She allowed her mother to reach a peak and a pause before offering any reply-- she was a respectful creature after all.
"I will bid them welcome as they arrive. For us to join the society surrounding us, we must be united and prepared to embrace their cultures." For hers was a welcoming sort of aura-- she wished to see what the world around her did just as she wished to learn their ways and understand how those outside of their realm behaved. It was fascinating to study and more individuals would bring her better knowledge so as to accept all walks of life. With her mother's wish for her to grant ascension onto Lyra, her head simply cocked but there was little more than that. It was not a task she had done before but the lack of knowledge did little to unsettle her. "I shall seek her out." And that was that. She needed little more to encourage her to do as she was asked-- Firestar was a dutiful daughter and well immersed in accepting the mantle to come. |
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Post by Cat on Jun 19, 2017 11:17:12 GMT
Ouranias listened lovingly to her daughter, slowly turning her head back to the horizon of brambles before her, and still she sat before them. " I assigned our Arel to handle the fallen Gregori; you should be able to travel freely without interference." Caeleste itself did not necessarily have any Fallen - they were inherited or exacted upon its birth and divergence from Zero. That said, it meant Firestar would not know why any particular Caelestian fell, nor who they would should they appear to her. Trust was had, though - it had to be - that Hesperian would handle his orders well. Still, it was a situation that begged for rectification.
"Find me later, and I will explain Caeleste's history before you, and how it lead to where we are now; it is extremely important, Firestar, and it is high time you know it." For a fleeting moment, as she spoke these final words to her daughter, she turned clear blue eyes back to the Scion to impress the point. Then back to the colorful, thorny bushes extended before her petite paws. After a moment, gaze everlong across the horizon remaining unwavering, she'd speak simply: "Fare well, daughter." and with that her attention would return to her thoughts, and the world outside.
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