Homeworld Visit: 22nd October 2020 (Backdate)
His departure had been quiet - in the dead of night he had packed his bag, slung as much water into his space pocket as would fit, and promptly departed. He hadn't notified either Namielle or Orias of his intentions, preferring instead to simply address his issues on his own. For now he firmly believed that neither of them would have the capacity to understand how he felt and he certainly didn't expect them to understand every thought that ran through his head either.
While others may have sought help through more professional means, seeking out the aid of a therapist or a trusted friend...Athalia instead, went to the only place that had begun to feel like a second home. It had become a part of him, a fundamental source of power and knowledge, and while he doubted it would give him any overwhelming sense of comfort or advice in his hour of need he suspected that the peace and quiet that existed within the all but dead world would be enough to allow him to collect his thoughts.
Thus, no sooner had he glanced over his shoulder towards the doors to both Mauvian's rooms than he had promptly vanished in to the Aether and on to his home planet. Sandals touched against familiar soil and he drew in a breath as he regarded the world that lay before him. He wasn't at the pyramids he but he knew he was nearby, he had become accustomed to the fossilised jungle that surrounded them and yet...
As he drew in a deep breath he couldn't help but take note that the air seemed fresher, less dusty, less clay like. Caught off guard he was slow to move as he took in the new scent, and it was only after he had reassured himself that it was real, that he began to make his way towards the pyramids. If he could get into an open area then at the very least he'd be able to take stock of what may have happened, or what might be going on.
They had said that planets repaired themselves over time if a senshi spent enough time in their presence, but he hadn't seen or experienced any significant shifts since he had awakened and doubted this to be the case. Now that this new found smell swept through the air upon a breeze, he was beginning to wonder if perhaps he had misjudged.
It didn't take him long to get to where he needed to be and he was greeted by the pyramids in much the same fashion as he always had been. Ever silent they 'gazed' over the jungles that spanned as far as the eye could see, yet as he took the view in his eyes flicked back towards the monoliths that stood at each corner and frowned.
When Namielle had awakened him, she had indicated that she could see something.
She had seen energy streams flowing towards him, coiling around his very being and that had been how she had known that it was his 'time'. He had been imbued with power he didn't entirely understand and yet she had, by instinct, realised what it meant. At the time he hadn't even seen the 'energy' she described and yet now he did, these large funnels of coiling, wisp like tendrils spinning up into the sky.
Or rather, one tendril.
Only one monolith seemed to have found enough strength to cast it's essence into the world above them while the others struggled. One seemed to glow, pulsing faintly with light, and the other two continued to remain dormant. Nevertheless whatever had happened to spur that one monolith to life might well have been the reason for the sudden change in air quality.
A pleasant surprise to say the least, and one he was not about to ignore. He had come looking for peace, a distraction and even some clarity. This may not have been what he was expecting but that didn't mean he was any less grateful.
Thu he slid down the slope towards the entrance of the Pyramid - his course was clear in this respect. He would spend today settling in, he'd select a room within that was comfortable enough and set his things in there for safe keeping. After he'd slept he'd explore what lay beyond and take a much closer look at the monoliths outside...both those that still slumbered and the one that seemed to have found a new source of power.
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