Kaenei
26-12-2003, 20:36
Melyanna's eyes opened slowly, lids rising to admit the light that would allow her eyes to gather what presented itself in front of her. A long, drawn out breath exhaled loudly from her deflating chest as she calmly shook the viel of weariness that had been her nocturnal companion only the barest of seconds ago.
With a delicate imperceptability, she brushed the loose strands of her hair that had slipped from her headcrown and obscured her vision so lazily. Satisfied she was as pristine as could be made possible, she rose to her feet. Below her feet the thrum of the anti-gravitic drive reverated through, reminding her of the technologies and forbidden acts allowing her to repel the laws of nature and take to the skies.
Her room was spartan, and she expected no less. A simple sleeping cot, and storage lockers were all that adorned an otherwise totally featureless box. She drew an almost content comfort from the irony that on such a technological marvel, she could well have been standing within the storage room of a residental home back within the borders of the Confederacy.
The name brought back the sadness that she had pushed down below the conscious level since she had left her home. C'tan now a distant memory fading and relying on only the constant recallment to offer it any hope of continuing. Melyanna crossed the short distance to the viewing window, and pulled back the light blue coverings that obscured it so. She took a moment to allow herself the adjustment to stare out into such darkness, and leaned.
Forboding storm clouds rolled towards her transport. She could see the subtle patterns of rain pattering down the smoothened hull, dropping on to the plexiglass that seperated her from the elements. She blinked in discomfort as lightning tore asunder through the cloudline, seeking out the soil and rock by which it might unleash its fury. Focusing her concentration she stared towards the limit of her vision.
Brooding mountains lay menacingly far away yet uncomfortably close and closing. Lightning danced at the peaks, tearing great rents into these aged wonders and forming new splinters that arched into the sky at angles that made her look away in confusion and fear. She reminded herself of where she sought, and found it so. Carved into the steeped side of the tallest mountain towers peeked out from the shadows. She used the lightning now as an aid and advantage, focusing as each flash allowed her to view the details convienently.
http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2003-11/480214/university.jpg
Malyanna was visibly taken aback. She had not imagined the structure as this, though she chided her foolishness. She had been frustrated in the lack of accessable information pertaining to Kaeneian culture, belief and almost anything linkable to the name itself. The architecture of the towers that rose above smaller, domed structures, ringroaded by paths of apparent stone reminded her of similiar, elvish work. As the gravcraft closed on her destination, she studied the beautiful collection of buildings in more depth, managing a smile at how welcoming they seemed.
Technology had never held her fascination, though her respect was as always forthcoming. She thought nothing even as the gravcraft began increasing altitude, carrying it ever closer to the blanket of storm-laden clouds masking the heavens from her view. Distance was a mere navigational component as the ship charged on, carrying its precious cargo towards the treacherious nothern wastes of Kaenei.
She returned her observation of the structures they were so close to now, as the gravship reached its maximum flight ceiling, and began slowing its approach. She was almost mute with interest as the peak of the building became visible, a shining spire that reached above the peak of the mountainside and seemed to her as almost a monument to the engineering ability of the Kaeneian people as it was a function or requirement.
http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2003-10/450585/torlain.jpg
The rain abated as quickly and suddenly as it had lashed down. Though the sky remained an angry tone it showed less likely to subject others to its harshness, instead mumbling its annoyance as thunder rumbled heavily around. Allowing her gaze to slip, she left the viewing portal. Her arrival was a mere few minutes away, and she was neither appraised nor worthy to leave her sorroundings. Opening the storage lockers, she began to pick through the clothing....
Killthanus replaced the glass to his desk, savouring the lack of flavour the water had at this altitude and location. Licking his wettened lips he brought his focus back to the paperwork that awaited his rubber stamping, his oversee and his thoughts. Killthanus found himself only grudingly willing to indulge the former two, and an absolute refusal to waste any creative energy on the latter. Pushing the stacked datanodes aside, he allowed himself to rise. Feeling the disconcerting crack of joints left idle and wasted too long. He aimed a glance at the chronometer patiently keeping track of father time, and bit his lower lip in thought.
Of the first, and the majority of the ruling Kaenei there were none. Gone and left, on a visit to the seat of Angelus, to discuss and converse recent events that had heralded the beginning of the Age of Ascent. A single star that shone in the Terran sky, a small bead of light that might be simply lost if his gaze drifted, was bustling with millions. Among those millions close friends and colleagues whose absence unsettled him greatly.
It was not often he was left as ruling first. Customarily it was frowned apon to leave someone without Citizenship in such a place of authority. But the rule of Caelistis had brought many changes, and a general movement away from dogged tradition and merciless, inflexible doctrine. Such was the end of the age of isolation brought about by new ideas and thinking, and not by following predecessors blindly and unquestionably.
He allowed himself a small grin. He took great pleasure in travelling Kaenei. Though he knew that the lands that bore his footfalls were not truly his own, and were but a holding from which he could dream and remember what was, his love held and was strong. Here now, in the Northern most, mountainous ranges of Kaenei, where land that was as flat as a paved street was as rare as the gold that old fables held was lined them, he loved.
Pushing through the durasteel exit door, Killthanus moved out apon the immense balcony that hung outside of the office he inhabited. placing his hands on the sturdy wall he gazed upwards at thr towering spire that cast its formidable presence over him, and almost seemed to leave him standing on the ground. lowering his gaze, he found the complete opposite. Solid walls stretched downards, peppered with viewing ports, and the occasional, outstreched balcony or tower. Beyond that, the rugged mountain free of influence or moulding stretched and rolled until it fade from his view.
Only a few short miles from where he stood, over the Guardian Mountains, Kaenei ended. Though her people and culture ended considerably further behind this, those twisted mounds of rock and vegetation marked the final territories that Killthanus now, was charged to protect and maintain. He was unable to sink further into thought and reaction before another presence behind him brought him back to reality.
"Minister, Lady Malyanna en' tel' Isilme arrives."
Killthanus nodded, already feeling his consciousness pulled into a new line of thought and intrigue.
"Thank you, have her shown here as soon as it is convenient."
Killthanus had been amazed by many things on Terra. When he had finally reached the age of revelation and learned of what exactly lay beyond the boundires of Kaenei, he knew he would forever be wondering. Of creatures more intelligent than four generations of his family combined, with the experience of a thousand tomes of the wisest libraries known to himself. Creatures that existed immortally, to wreak pain and suffering as they might drink wine and bread idly.
Elves...
Such creatures fascinated, and begged in their own way the attention. Of lives stretching into the mists of time and disappearing from feasibility. Of a personality unsullied by the greed, selfishness and lack of compassion that so struck down many he saw on this globe. And now, the age of knowledge that did start for the second time in his short life would bring an Elf here, to Kaenei. Neverbefore had one set forth with the knowledge of himself within these borders. Not unwelcomed, but unknowing of what lay inside. As envoys, the most trusted and wise of those that lived and worked within Kaenei left to areas as hellacious as Arda, and as peacefully serene as the orbit of Titan. Still another answered the call to represent and speak for the Serene Union in all matters Elvish.
The possibilities were astounding, and Killthanus waited eagerly. Outside, the sky broke its truce, and rain lashed down once more.
-()-
To be furthured....
Lady Melyanna arrives, a new era beckons.
With a delicate imperceptability, she brushed the loose strands of her hair that had slipped from her headcrown and obscured her vision so lazily. Satisfied she was as pristine as could be made possible, she rose to her feet. Below her feet the thrum of the anti-gravitic drive reverated through, reminding her of the technologies and forbidden acts allowing her to repel the laws of nature and take to the skies.
Her room was spartan, and she expected no less. A simple sleeping cot, and storage lockers were all that adorned an otherwise totally featureless box. She drew an almost content comfort from the irony that on such a technological marvel, she could well have been standing within the storage room of a residental home back within the borders of the Confederacy.
The name brought back the sadness that she had pushed down below the conscious level since she had left her home. C'tan now a distant memory fading and relying on only the constant recallment to offer it any hope of continuing. Melyanna crossed the short distance to the viewing window, and pulled back the light blue coverings that obscured it so. She took a moment to allow herself the adjustment to stare out into such darkness, and leaned.
Forboding storm clouds rolled towards her transport. She could see the subtle patterns of rain pattering down the smoothened hull, dropping on to the plexiglass that seperated her from the elements. She blinked in discomfort as lightning tore asunder through the cloudline, seeking out the soil and rock by which it might unleash its fury. Focusing her concentration she stared towards the limit of her vision.
Brooding mountains lay menacingly far away yet uncomfortably close and closing. Lightning danced at the peaks, tearing great rents into these aged wonders and forming new splinters that arched into the sky at angles that made her look away in confusion and fear. She reminded herself of where she sought, and found it so. Carved into the steeped side of the tallest mountain towers peeked out from the shadows. She used the lightning now as an aid and advantage, focusing as each flash allowed her to view the details convienently.
http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2003-11/480214/university.jpg
Malyanna was visibly taken aback. She had not imagined the structure as this, though she chided her foolishness. She had been frustrated in the lack of accessable information pertaining to Kaeneian culture, belief and almost anything linkable to the name itself. The architecture of the towers that rose above smaller, domed structures, ringroaded by paths of apparent stone reminded her of similiar, elvish work. As the gravcraft closed on her destination, she studied the beautiful collection of buildings in more depth, managing a smile at how welcoming they seemed.
Technology had never held her fascination, though her respect was as always forthcoming. She thought nothing even as the gravcraft began increasing altitude, carrying it ever closer to the blanket of storm-laden clouds masking the heavens from her view. Distance was a mere navigational component as the ship charged on, carrying its precious cargo towards the treacherious nothern wastes of Kaenei.
She returned her observation of the structures they were so close to now, as the gravship reached its maximum flight ceiling, and began slowing its approach. She was almost mute with interest as the peak of the building became visible, a shining spire that reached above the peak of the mountainside and seemed to her as almost a monument to the engineering ability of the Kaeneian people as it was a function or requirement.
http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2003-10/450585/torlain.jpg
The rain abated as quickly and suddenly as it had lashed down. Though the sky remained an angry tone it showed less likely to subject others to its harshness, instead mumbling its annoyance as thunder rumbled heavily around. Allowing her gaze to slip, she left the viewing portal. Her arrival was a mere few minutes away, and she was neither appraised nor worthy to leave her sorroundings. Opening the storage lockers, she began to pick through the clothing....
Killthanus replaced the glass to his desk, savouring the lack of flavour the water had at this altitude and location. Licking his wettened lips he brought his focus back to the paperwork that awaited his rubber stamping, his oversee and his thoughts. Killthanus found himself only grudingly willing to indulge the former two, and an absolute refusal to waste any creative energy on the latter. Pushing the stacked datanodes aside, he allowed himself to rise. Feeling the disconcerting crack of joints left idle and wasted too long. He aimed a glance at the chronometer patiently keeping track of father time, and bit his lower lip in thought.
Of the first, and the majority of the ruling Kaenei there were none. Gone and left, on a visit to the seat of Angelus, to discuss and converse recent events that had heralded the beginning of the Age of Ascent. A single star that shone in the Terran sky, a small bead of light that might be simply lost if his gaze drifted, was bustling with millions. Among those millions close friends and colleagues whose absence unsettled him greatly.
It was not often he was left as ruling first. Customarily it was frowned apon to leave someone without Citizenship in such a place of authority. But the rule of Caelistis had brought many changes, and a general movement away from dogged tradition and merciless, inflexible doctrine. Such was the end of the age of isolation brought about by new ideas and thinking, and not by following predecessors blindly and unquestionably.
He allowed himself a small grin. He took great pleasure in travelling Kaenei. Though he knew that the lands that bore his footfalls were not truly his own, and were but a holding from which he could dream and remember what was, his love held and was strong. Here now, in the Northern most, mountainous ranges of Kaenei, where land that was as flat as a paved street was as rare as the gold that old fables held was lined them, he loved.
Pushing through the durasteel exit door, Killthanus moved out apon the immense balcony that hung outside of the office he inhabited. placing his hands on the sturdy wall he gazed upwards at thr towering spire that cast its formidable presence over him, and almost seemed to leave him standing on the ground. lowering his gaze, he found the complete opposite. Solid walls stretched downards, peppered with viewing ports, and the occasional, outstreched balcony or tower. Beyond that, the rugged mountain free of influence or moulding stretched and rolled until it fade from his view.
Only a few short miles from where he stood, over the Guardian Mountains, Kaenei ended. Though her people and culture ended considerably further behind this, those twisted mounds of rock and vegetation marked the final territories that Killthanus now, was charged to protect and maintain. He was unable to sink further into thought and reaction before another presence behind him brought him back to reality.
"Minister, Lady Malyanna en' tel' Isilme arrives."
Killthanus nodded, already feeling his consciousness pulled into a new line of thought and intrigue.
"Thank you, have her shown here as soon as it is convenient."
Killthanus had been amazed by many things on Terra. When he had finally reached the age of revelation and learned of what exactly lay beyond the boundires of Kaenei, he knew he would forever be wondering. Of creatures more intelligent than four generations of his family combined, with the experience of a thousand tomes of the wisest libraries known to himself. Creatures that existed immortally, to wreak pain and suffering as they might drink wine and bread idly.
Elves...
Such creatures fascinated, and begged in their own way the attention. Of lives stretching into the mists of time and disappearing from feasibility. Of a personality unsullied by the greed, selfishness and lack of compassion that so struck down many he saw on this globe. And now, the age of knowledge that did start for the second time in his short life would bring an Elf here, to Kaenei. Neverbefore had one set forth with the knowledge of himself within these borders. Not unwelcomed, but unknowing of what lay inside. As envoys, the most trusted and wise of those that lived and worked within Kaenei left to areas as hellacious as Arda, and as peacefully serene as the orbit of Titan. Still another answered the call to represent and speak for the Serene Union in all matters Elvish.
The possibilities were astounding, and Killthanus waited eagerly. Outside, the sky broke its truce, and rain lashed down once more.
-()-
To be furthured....
Lady Melyanna arrives, a new era beckons.