The Ctan
31-05-2007, 23:09
Sometimes, a change is as good as a rest.
As there had recently been a brief programme to re-establish bonds with allies whose relations were flagging, and the MIDF continued to consider the best postings and re-arrangement of assets for proposed expansion of commitment to the Triumvirate of Yut Combined Services, slow re-fitting of existing fleets to more up to date designs, upgrades of necron armies, it seemed from Fëanor palace that everything involved preparation for war.
It wasn’t entirely true, of course, there had been diplomatic triumphs lately, and there were always environmental and exploratory concerns ongoing, but nonetheless, Sirithil was rather bored of the ongoing efforts towards military development. She enjoyed it to some degree; but there was a lot of militarism lately. There were plenty of breaks, but none of them really satisfied the desire for something new, save of course, Elrandir’s explorations, which were almost daily uncovering some fascinating aspect of the universe that had previously been the stuff of speculation.
“How about?” Sirithil said, “Tauh Rhian?”
“Humm…” Ranisath murmured, “I’ve never heard of it. But that’s probably the point, no? Small – tiny! – and Zoroastrian. An ‘Emiress’ called Aria ibna-Seyefa, and that’s about all that’s known.
“Well… We can schedule a few days free next week,” Sirithil said… She penned a letter, far shorter than hers usually were, for she had very little to say about a nation she knew next to nothing about.
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By the Voice and Will of Sirithil nos Fëanor, Elentári of Menelmacar and the C'tan, given in Vinyatírion, on the tenth day of Lairë of the thirty one thousandth, eight hundred and ninety second year of her reign.
To Aria ibna-Seyefa from Sirithil Nalosaurawen Finlaurë Aineldalië Minyavendë, greetings, the Valar keep you safe from all harm and misfortune.
I am aware that you may not know of me, save perhaps by reputation, but I have noticed your expansion onto the ‘world scene’ and, because it is a responsibility of conscientious leaders make new acquaintances and friendships internationally, and therefore, I, and my husband, would like to pay an informal visit your nation at some time in the next week in order to get to know you and your people.
Manwë keep you under the One, and send fair wind to your sails.
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Attached, of course, for the benefit of the Emiress and her staff, were a large number of details about Menelmacar, The C’tan, and their respective leaders.
As there had recently been a brief programme to re-establish bonds with allies whose relations were flagging, and the MIDF continued to consider the best postings and re-arrangement of assets for proposed expansion of commitment to the Triumvirate of Yut Combined Services, slow re-fitting of existing fleets to more up to date designs, upgrades of necron armies, it seemed from Fëanor palace that everything involved preparation for war.
It wasn’t entirely true, of course, there had been diplomatic triumphs lately, and there were always environmental and exploratory concerns ongoing, but nonetheless, Sirithil was rather bored of the ongoing efforts towards military development. She enjoyed it to some degree; but there was a lot of militarism lately. There were plenty of breaks, but none of them really satisfied the desire for something new, save of course, Elrandir’s explorations, which were almost daily uncovering some fascinating aspect of the universe that had previously been the stuff of speculation.
“How about?” Sirithil said, “Tauh Rhian?”
“Humm…” Ranisath murmured, “I’ve never heard of it. But that’s probably the point, no? Small – tiny! – and Zoroastrian. An ‘Emiress’ called Aria ibna-Seyefa, and that’s about all that’s known.
“Well… We can schedule a few days free next week,” Sirithil said… She penned a letter, far shorter than hers usually were, for she had very little to say about a nation she knew next to nothing about.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v257/Sirithil/goldbar.gif
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v257/Sirithil/daggerstar2.bmp
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v257/Sirithil/goldbar.gif
By the Voice and Will of Sirithil nos Fëanor, Elentári of Menelmacar and the C'tan, given in Vinyatírion, on the tenth day of Lairë of the thirty one thousandth, eight hundred and ninety second year of her reign.
To Aria ibna-Seyefa from Sirithil Nalosaurawen Finlaurë Aineldalië Minyavendë, greetings, the Valar keep you safe from all harm and misfortune.
I am aware that you may not know of me, save perhaps by reputation, but I have noticed your expansion onto the ‘world scene’ and, because it is a responsibility of conscientious leaders make new acquaintances and friendships internationally, and therefore, I, and my husband, would like to pay an informal visit your nation at some time in the next week in order to get to know you and your people.
Manwë keep you under the One, and send fair wind to your sails.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v257/Sirithil/goldbar.gif
Attached, of course, for the benefit of the Emiress and her staff, were a large number of details about Menelmacar, The C’tan, and their respective leaders.