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 Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2014 1:48 pm
Neith was a curious world, made of several large floating chunks of rock and several smaller ones held in their relative positions by gravity and ancient magical golden chains strung between them. The first Neithans had crafted the flow of gravity such that the water flowed from stone to stone in a continuous Escheresque river. The cataracts for which the minor world was famous therefore plummeted off the edge of rocks through open space, before landing on another stone a short distance off in halos of mist. The sound of falling water could be heard anywhere on Neith.
Orithyia was a young acolyte of the main monastery on Neith-- or, rather, she had been prior to her awakening as the next Senshi of Neith. That had been two weeks ago. At her young age, the higher-ranking abjurers of the monastery had elected to continue her acolyte training as normal for the time being, but had also promised the girl more intensive battle lessons once she had completed her basic learning.
The Lord and Lady Superior of the monastery had congratulated her warmly on her selection, and promised that they would instruct her to lead. Someday, they said, when she was prepared, she would rule over the floating gardens of Neith all on her own.
It was all very overwhelming to a girl of fifteen, though. And so today, she took the time between her lessons to wander out to one of the more remote shrines to meditate - though nothing was really too far away from anything else on Neith. Still, Orithyia was relieved to find it empty, and sat down on the wooden floor panels of the small shrine to try to calm down while listening to the rushing waters through the open sides of the small shrine.
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Posted: Sat Jul 12, 2014 8:30 am
Evadne was proud of her planet, but if there was one thing Penthesilea lacked, it was places for quiet contemplation. Certainly the Great Library was quiet, but she often found that the longer she stayed there, the more she was encouraged to study something, and that wasn't what she wanted to do. Ever since she had completed the Trial of First Blood and actually, you know, killed someone, the thirteen-year-old Chibi Sensih of Penthesilea had found herself wanting time to meditate and reflect on what that meant.
So when she'd heard about a group going to Neith, which from what she knew from books and pictures was a place that offered exactly the kind of quiet she felt she required, she had begged and pleaded to go as well. She would, she argued, need to be familiar with other planets and places when she ascended to her role as a military leader, and also she was a stubborn thing and everyone knew it. She would have snuck onto the ship if she hadn't been given permission - so permission was given.
Once they were there, Evadne slipped off on her own to find somewhere quiet, and discovered a lovely little shrine. The sounds of rushing water were comforting, and actively helped to calm her.
The only bump was that there was another person there. She frowned a little, considering. Certainly she didn't want to disturb anyone else's quiet, but maybe they could both have their own in the same space.
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2014 1:31 pm
Orithyia started as she heard footsteps behind her, heart pounding in her ears as she snapped abruptly out of meditation. She twisted around where she sat to see who was there, resting on splayed palms on the hardwood. Upon seeing that the visitor was another girl close to her own age - and perhaps more importantly, wearing garb that was not like that of the other abjurers - she relaxed again, letting out a deep breath.
"Sorry," she breathed, turning the rest of the way so she could sit cross-legged facing the newcomer. "I was afraid you were one of my instructors coming to get me." Slowly, Orithyia inhaled through her nose, then exhaled through her mouth, as she had been taught to calm herself.
Then she gestured to the floor space around her and smiled furtively to the other girl. "Our gates are open," she offered in a customary Neithan greeting before asking in a less formal tone, "What's your name?"
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