Eris strutted along the corridors of the Temple, heading toward the Chambers of the Fallen Empress. Or as she knew the woman, Mariah Shadows. Of all the tasks that Ifrit had asked of her to carry out. This seemed like one of the strangest yet. Of all the people in the galaxy that could have been assigned to teach Mariah some better manners and etiquette, she had landed the job. Perhaps he should have thought a little further ahead before proclaiming her to be an Empress. Eris came to a stop in front of the door leading into Mariah's chambers. She caught her breath, before knocking on the door
Post by Mariah Shadows on May 16, 2019 21:17:33 GMT -8
For most, the Chamber of the Fallen Empress was a hollow place devoid of any living beings. A harsh life up until this point provided some excellent training in being undetected, even by those strong within the Force. However, when a familiar presence approached, Mariah glanced away from the holoprojector, which displayed a rather detailed map of the canyon nearby and its caverns. Still, when the woman realized it was Eris who sought her out, Mariah was quick to shut off the machine and send the image fluttering into nothingness.
Just as Eris knocked on the door, the crimson haired woman was there to answer almost immediately afterwards. The sound of the doors rushed open, Mariah lurking off to the side so that only Eris could see her. Eris would blockade the view of all others who might have been lurking down the corridor.
"Something wrong?" Mariah asked in a quiet murmur, raising an eyebrow at the tension she could feel within her unexpected company.
Crimson eyes flickered over Eris' shoulder, to ensure she was alone, before Mariah silently beckoned her into the room with a jerk of her chin.
Eris just about stumbled backwards when the door opened as swiftly as it did, Mariah stalking in the shadows off to the side. She took a quick look around at the deserted corridor, wondering if perhaps the Fallen Empress sensed something she herself did not. But there was nothing there. The hive assured its queen that they were far from this part of the temple and no one else had dared come this way That entirely depends upon your definition of something being wrong... Her voice sounded as if it had changed of late, taking on a slightly more ethereal tone. Perhaps a side effect of having commanded the hive for as long as she had. She took several steps inside the room when motioned to do so by Mariah, careful to clear the doorway with her wings as she examined the room Though, really it's not either of our definitions that matter in this situation... It seems The Fallen believes you are a little... anti-social...
Post by Mariah Shadows on May 18, 2019 10:46:55 GMT -8
Mariah pursed her lips thoughtfully, her gaze trained upon her company, as Eris suggested that it depended on her definition. Quite honestly, there were few things that could truly fall into that category to the Fallen Empress. Even the Temple suddenly being under attack would only mean swift action for defense, something easily enough achieved without the need for panic, or to be classified as 'something wrong'.
The moment Eris cleared the doorway, Mariah sent the doors whooshing closed. Sure enough, there weren't any prying eyes, but in the same thought, the crimson-haired woman couldn't be too careful these days, which made Eris' following words almost ironic.
The word resounded a meld of a growl and a laugh, caught in Mariah's throat.
"What does he expect?" she asked, although her tone suggested that the question wasn't one worthy of an answer. "Most who have flocked here have sought him out specifically, and those who truly need my presence know where to find me."
With a flicker of a dark smile, Mariah finalized her point with a motion of her head towards Eris. With a faint movement from her hand, the woman silently requested for Eris to make herself comfortable. Although the answer to Ifrit's concerns seemed simple enough, Mariah knew better by this point. If he had summoned Eris to her chambers, then there was more to her arrival than she currently knew.
"I figured keeping to my own was more of a boon to him and the order than not. If I need to remind him how my last encounter ended, I can certainly do so."
Had Ifrit not intervened, Mariah was certain that her attempted welcome of Xel-Tun would have ended up as a war with his people, or at the very least the two of them trading a few blows. However, perhaps that was what this all boiled down to, why Eris was here, which set a scowl upon the woman's expression as she braced herself for that possible confirmation.