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Dearic
Oct 24, 2018 5:00:33 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2018 5:00:33 GMT -8
Artoria guided The Sanctuary II down through the atmosphere of Talus. Descending across the morning sky over Dearic as she angled the ship toward the Royal Palace. Life within the city appeared to be going on unperturbed by the arrival of the Barloz-class Heavy Freighter. She kept the ship steady then, as a pair of defence force Aurek-class tactical strikefighters took up escort positions.
It took only a few moments to traverse the city skyline, before at last Artoria was guiding the Transport into the Royal Palace hangar bay. Touching down carefully within the assigned landing bay. The loading ramp descending a few moments later as she unbuckled from her seat and turned to face her father
"Are you ready?"
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Dearic
Oct 30, 2018 5:06:07 GMT -8
Post by Zion Morviael [RETIRED] on Oct 30, 2018 5:06:07 GMT -8
Zion looked out the viewport, admiring the city as they passed over it. Dearic had changed a lot over the years, going down hill with each recession and poor leadership, before bouncing back during a boom and good leadership. Right now, the city seemed to be benefiting from the later, as new buildings were being erected. The most notable recent constructions being the Temple that dominated the skyline toward the coast, and the Palace which seemed to almost sit opposite it.
He had not quite kept as up to date with what had been going on here. But it was clear that things were in good hands...
It was a late afternoon on Talus. He was standing in front of The Sanctuary I with Ygraine, Artoria and Morgana. Behind them stood the Assassins he had been training. And off to the side, stood several shadows. His focus, however, was upon the three women
I will return... But I must see the rest of my family...
He turned to face the shadows. Their heads nodding and moving as if they were speaking, but no sound was ever produced...
He reached up and placed a hand on his forehead, rubbing it as the memory flashed through. Something, or someone, from his past was here. Who ever those shadows were, were affiliated with the League somehow. Students he has not met again yet. Perhaps that was why Artoria insisted upon coming here and smiled when they were granted permission to land. She definitely knew more than what she was letting on. Not that he was going to interrogate her about it.
He trusted she had her reasons for not letting on more than she had. For now, he would let this play out and see what surprise awaited them. He looked over to Artoria as she touched the ship down and asked if he was ready. He gave a nod, before rising from his own seat
As ready as I'll ever be...
He turned around then and lead the way out of the ship, before coming to a stop at the bottom of the landing ramp. Waiting for what ever welcoming party would be here to greet them. After all, it was the Royal Palace, and he did not suspect that they would be allowed to roam freely
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Dearic
Nov 4, 2018 14:31:05 GMT -8
Post by Marcus Starmane [RETIRED] on Nov 4, 2018 14:31:05 GMT -8
Sahra watched from an observation room as the Barloz-class Heavy Freighter glided in to the hangar bay and landed. She gave a nod before heading out into the hangar, accompanied by Angel and Phoenix Knight. The siblings remained silent and on their guard as the group descended from the ship. Sahra offered up a smile as she came to a stop just short of Zion
Welcome to Talus, my name is Sahra Starmane, Ambassador and Princess of the Federation of the Double Worlds...
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Dearic
Dec 3, 2018 5:35:45 GMT -8
Post by Zion Morviael [RETIRED] on Dec 3, 2018 5:35:45 GMT -8
Zion watched as Sahra crossed the hangar bay, accompanied by a pair of guards. Even with just a cursory glance within the Force, he could tell they were Force Sensitives. Possibly Jedi from the main Order that were stationed here. As for Sahra herself. He could sense potential there, but it seemed to be raw and untapped. Something he had seen in those that had yet to receive any training or realize they had the ability to manipulate the Force. As Sahra finished her welcoming, he gave a bow in return
It is an honour to meet you Princess Starmane. I am Zion Morviael, former Grandmaster of the Honoghr Conclave... This is my daughter, Artoria. Her copilot, Lancelot. And my padawan, Ayora Truesong...
He then motioned to Artoria, Lancelot, and Ayora in turn as he introduced them, with each giving a short bow
I must admit, this is a little more... Official an arrival than I expected to make on Talus... I hope I'm not in any trouble?
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Dearic
Feb 16, 2019 12:15:14 GMT -8
Post by Marcus Starmane [RETIRED] on Feb 16, 2019 12:15:14 GMT -8
Sahra gave a nod to each person as they were introduced by Zion, making sure to note who was who. While Zion looked aged and greying, his companions seemed to be in the prime of their lives. Perhaps the wizened old GrandMaster stereotype wasn't too far off the mark. But regardless, she returned her attention back to Zion as he spoke again. Causing her to smirk as he made his comments
I can assure you, that you are not in any trouble. Some former pupils of yours server my Father now, and he wishes to meet the man that trained them... Of course, you are more than welcome to decline the invitation, if you so wish...
While she had no instructions not to tell Zion everything, she figured it was not her place to reveal such information. Instead, she would invite his curiosity with tidbits of information
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Dearic
Mar 6, 2019 21:44:47 GMT -8
Post by Zion Morviael [RETIRED] on Mar 6, 2019 21:44:47 GMT -8
Zion felt some sense of relief as Sahra confirmed they were not in any official trouble. His attention briefly drifting to his daughter as the Princess made mention of some of his former pupils serving here. While nothing was immediately coming to mind as to who they were, he suspected that Artoria knew all to well who these people were. It seemed likely they were members of the League of Assassins that were still friendly, else he doubted she would have been so comfortable. He gave a bow of his head in response then
Not at all, I welcome an opportunity to reconnect with old friends... Besides, what kind of a guest would I be to decline the hospitality of a King? It would be an honour to meet your father. So please, lead on Princess...
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Dearic
Mar 9, 2019 22:37:55 GMT -8
Post by Marcus Starmane [RETIRED] on Mar 9, 2019 22:37:55 GMT -8
Very well, this way...
Sahra turned and lead the group of arrivals across the hangar bay and through the Palace. Despite the early hour, aides and politicians were already going to and fro as messages were relayed and appointments were prepared for. She continued on however, the group remaining unimpeded as officials moved out of the way. Angel and Phoenix moved forward then, as they came to a large pair of double doors. The Jedi Knights pushed them open, to reveal the cavernous throne room beyond.
A dozen or so pillars were set along the rooms length, with rows of seating for official occasions. A red carpet ran along the center of the room from the doors up to the slightly raised platform. Atop of which was set a relatively plain looking throne.
Marcus lifted his gaze to the doorway, watching as his daughter lead the group of guests toward the Throne, with the Knight siblings falling in at the back of the group. On his right hand side stood Victor Marshall, to his left stood Jedi Master Dranosh, Jedi Knight Zahn, and Elizabeth Lionheart. Gerard, Seraphina, Tobias, and Reynerus were nowhere to be seen. As Sahra drew closer, she stepped up on to the platform and stood off to his right hand side, with the Knight twins gathered on the left
Father, I present Zion Morviael, Artoria Morviael, Lancelot, and Ayora Truesong...
Marcus looked to each individual as they were introduced, bowing his head in greeting. He then returned his focus back to Zion as his daughter finished introducing everyone. His hand resting a kukri styled blade within his lap
It is a pleasure to welcome you to Talus. I am Marcus Starmane, King of the Federation of the Double Worlds... I have heard a lot about the infamous Zion Morviael... It is nice to finally put a face to the name...
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Dearic
Apr 20, 2019 22:01:23 GMT -8
Post by Zion Morviael [RETIRED] on Apr 20, 2019 22:01:23 GMT -8
Zion followed Sahra as she lead the way through the Palace to the Throne room. Artoria, Lancelot, and Ayora all followed close behind. While Zion's gaze remained forward, his attention wandered back to each of his companions, gauging their reactions as they were lead to King Starmane. Each of them seemed to be curious about different things. But he sensed no concern for their safety. Well not from Artoria or Lancelot anyway. Ayora, however, seemed to hold some suspicions about this whole setup. And rightfully so, given her recent past. Perhaps, with time, she would learn to trust a little more again.
And then, the doors into the throne room opened, and Zion focused his attention upon the gathering. An older looking gentleman sat upon the throne, King Starmane undoubtedly. But who those were attending to him on either side were a mystery. Judging by the presences he sensed within the Force, he suspected those upon the King's left hand side were from the Jedi Order perhaps. Which would mean those upon his right were important figures within his government. A fact seemingly confirmed a few moments later when they made their way across the room and Sahra took her position.
Zion took a more formal bow as the King spoke. Apparently his own reputation had once again preceded him to the Royal court. Which wasn't all too surprising, given he had lived here for many years
I can only trust that you have heard good things about me Your Majesty... Especially if indeed old friends have been your source of such tales. Though, I don't recall anyone gathered here...
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Dearic
Apr 30, 2019 21:24:07 GMT -8
Post by Marcus Starmane [RETIRED] on Apr 30, 2019 21:24:07 GMT -8
Marcus was impressed with Zion's manners, as the man gave a respectful bow before speaking. He smiled as Zion noted that he did not recognize any of the people assembled for this meeting. His grip tightening upon the handle of the kukri knife
I should expect you do not recognize anyone here. Though I would be remiss if I did not introduce them. You have already met my daughter... This is Victor Marshall, Field Marshal of the FedDub Defence Force. And over here is Jedi Master Dranosh, Jedi Knight's Alaara Zahn, Angel and Phoenix Knight, and Elizabeth Lionheart of the Jedi Order...
Marcus motioned to each person in turn as he introduced them, each one giving a full bow or a nod of their head in greeting. Returning his posture to a more relaxed pose, he kept his gaze upon Zion. Studying the man
As to the stories from your friends... They have all been good for the most part... But before we bring them out...
Marcus quickly lifted the kukri up from his lap and tossed the blade through the air toward Zion. While he had been a bit hesitant regarding this part, he trusted that the man would be fast enough to catch the blade
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Dearic
May 5, 2019 22:00:00 GMT -8
Post by Zion Morviael [RETIRED] on May 5, 2019 22:00:00 GMT -8
Zion nodded to each person in turn as Marcus introduced them, making sure to associate the names with the faces. For the most part, the names were largely unfamiliar to him and did not raise any red flags. That was, at least, until Marcus introduced Elizabeth. He paused for a moment, observing the girl as he tried to recall where he had heard her name before. But he was not given a whole lot of time to consider it too much, as Marcus continued talking for a moment. But the thing that interrupted his thoughts the most, was what happened next.
Time seemed to slow down as the King lifted up a blade and tossed it through the air straight at him. The knife spinning end-over-end through the air. He could sense Ayora begin to tense, her mind racing with worry and concern at the attack. Lancelot was in the same panic as he started to reach for a pair of his blasters. But it was not their reactions that seemed to not fit in that moment. It was that of Artoria's calm confidence, with barely more than a flicker as he sensed her get a look at the blade.
If he had learned anything so far over the past few years. It was that quite a few people seemed to know more about his own past than he did himself. While some may have construed Artoria's serenity as a belief in her Father's ability to catch a thrown weapon. Zion suspected it was something far deeper in meaning than that.
With the aide of the Force that he called upon, his hand flew up and his fingers wrapped around the handle of the Kukri. Catching it as the tip of the blade came within inches of his face. Time catching up to to real speed as Ayora and Lancelot had both drawn their weapons, ready to pounce. Before he could give the command for them to stand down, he had tilted the blade to examine it...
It was as if he had been transported back through time, but this time he was not on Talus. At least, it did not feel like he was on Talus. A training room came into focus, and the same four shadowed silhouettes were standing there. The only clear thing about them being the kukri styled blades they were examining. He looked down as he held his own kukri aloft for them to see
These are special gifts that I give you today... Each one has been forged and enhanced by the Force and inscribed with magic runes, and they answer only your call... Watch this...
He smirked as the group seemed to have given him some knowing look, like these blades would be some sort of boomerang type weapon. He aimed at a wooden target at the far end of the training room. He tossed the blade through the air, watching the tip embed itself in the dummy. Zion gave a quick two finger salute as he reached out with the Force, as if to grip the blade and pull it back. But instead of it returning to him, his whole body disintegrated into the air. Reappearing a few moments later at the other end of the room gripping the blade as he puled it free of the dummy...
Zion pressed his forehead into the palm of his hand as he came back to the present. Ayora had dropped her weapon and was crouched down next to him, with Lancelot on his other side. He grunted as he shook off the pain, his grip still tightly upon the handle of the Kukri. He lowered his left hand and turned to Ayora
I'm... I'm fine... Just some after effects, ok?
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Dearic
May 5, 2019 22:30:37 GMT -8
Post by Ayora Truesong [RETIRED] on May 5, 2019 22:30:37 GMT -8
To say this day had been normal was far from accurate. Everything they had been through and experienced up to this point had been weird. Part of her was starting to wonder what kind of madness her promise had gotten into. Zion and Artoria seemed to walk about this place with so much confidence, like this was their everyday. But wandering about through a palace was not normal. It was the stuff of stories and fairy tales, where only royal families lived and acted like castles and palaces were nothing more than really large homes. Maybe she had misjudged Zion, and he was not just an old man with the ability to control a power beyond her current understanding. Truth be told, she knew very little about his past, which seemed to be in large part due to the fact he did not seem to remember all of it.
She had heard stories about what he had done around the galaxy, about the 3 century long war he had waged against the Cinn Ion. But many of those people that told her different stories about his past, all mentioned the same event. Something known only as the Marú Games and Zion essentially losing all of his memories.
It was hard to imagine what it would be like to lose your memories and not remember who and what you were. But it was harder still to believe that you could regain memories that were lost to you. A process that she got to witness first hand as she dropped her staff and rushed to Zion's side as he crumpled down into a kneeling position. The Force seemed to warp and distort around him. Pain seemed to be ripping him apart as memories came rushing back. Despite how she might have felt about him, to see him in this state right now. It was almost frightening to think he had endured this repeatedly.
She felt a sense of relief as he came to, only then realizing her own crouched position next to him. One hand on his back and the other upon his arm. Something about the subsiding pain in his eyes told her that he wasn't truly ok, despite his efforts to claim otherwise You remembered something... Is this how it always is? She shifted her hand from his back to down and under his arm, helping to hoist him back up on to his feet. She suspected he would protest, but he clearly needed the assistance. Lancelot followed her lead on the other side, before stepping back while she stayed still
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Dearic
May 5, 2019 22:39:04 GMT -8
Post by Zion Morviael [RETIRED] on May 5, 2019 22:39:04 GMT -8
Yeah... I did...
He let out another grunt as Ayora and Lancelot helped him stand back up. The effects of this particular memory affecting him a little more adversely than past times. He kept his attention upon her as she did not move away as Lancelot did. A fact he was somewhat grateful for, since he needed a moment or two more to recover
It varies... Some memories have a few more years attached than others... Others have more powerful feelings. They were designed to cause me pain... But it's nothing I can't handle... Thank you...
He shifted his gaze from Ayora then, straight up to Marcus as he still sat calmly upon his throne. The man had one of the most brilliant poker faces he had experienced in recent years. Zion lifted the blade sideways, the runes clearly visible upon the blade surface
Where did you get this... I... Gave this to someone... hmmm... They're here, aren't they? The friends you spoke of...
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Dearic
May 11, 2019 21:33:29 GMT -8
Post by Marcus Starmane [RETIRED] on May 11, 2019 21:33:29 GMT -8
Marcus had waved off everyone when Ayora and Lancelot had gone to draw their weapons. He knew that they were in no real danger, and even if shots had been fired, the situation could be defused easily enough. The only thing that would have escalated it, was if they had returned the aggression. And considering these were friends of Gerard, Marcus had no intention of killing them. He was just glad that Zion had been fast enough to catch the blade. It was the only request Gerard had made, that had given him any pause for concern.
He kept his gaze fixed on Zion as the man rose to his feet a few moments later, holding up the kukri blade to display the runes on it
Yes, your friends are here, and it was one of them that gave that blade to me... I suppose it is now time for them to reveal themselves...
Four Kukri's came spinning through the air, landing upon the floor in between the two groups. Gerard, Seraphina, Tobias, and Raynerus appeared out of thin air, their blades held tightly in their hands as they gave a bow to Zion as they sheathed their weapons
Zion... Artoria...
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Dearic
May 15, 2019 13:04:06 GMT -8
Post by Zion Morviael [RETIRED] on May 15, 2019 13:04:06 GMT -8
Zion didn't flinch as the blades came flying through the air, their owners materializing a few moments later. Their names and faces burning themselves back into his memory as Gerard greeted him and Artoria. Everything was starting to make sense now. This was why his daughter had been so calm and confident when they arrived. She knew that they were here serving the King. He glanced toward Artoria, a smile gracing her lips as she nodded to Gerard. He chuckled as he turned back to face the man, slipping the blade into his belt before he shook his former students hand
Gerard... It's good to see you again... All of you... It has been too long... I'm sorry I never came back... A lot has happened and changed, for me and all of you...
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Dearic
May 17, 2019 6:42:01 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on May 17, 2019 6:42:01 GMT -8
Kalene gave a small bow of her head as she bid farewell to the final customer of the day. Cradled in the man's arms was a vibrant bouquet of flowers wrapped nicely in colored paper to match its theme. It was meant to be a gift for his wife to celebrate their anniversary by what he told her. The thought brought a smile to her face as she followed behind the man, giving him another farewell before locking the door. Giving a sigh, she let her back rest upon the door as she looked around the shop, the vases and adornments all on display for customers. She had been at it for six months and it was still hard to imagine that she practically had her own business.
Truth was, she was only fourteen, so the business technically belonged to her parents. Though they were only around when they weren't at their own jobs to help her. But the intention behind it all was for her and her alone. Not only did had she found a hobby that she deeply enjoyed, but had made a name for herself in the process. Horticulture and floriculture had interested her since from a young age and her parents had worked hard in nurturing that interest. With all she learned, the more capable she had become in growing her own garden. What had caught the attention of others had been how vibrant and lively all her plants turned out to be. Many considered her a natural and sought advice on their own gardens. Though each suggestion helped, none were able to compare. In time, people began asking for her to help with theirs with even the city of Dearic occasionally asking to aid the creation and tending of some of their smaller gardens from time to time. Seeing her joy in her work, her parents had bought the shop and helped her get started. While not the most famous seller of flowers in Dearic, she was still fairly well known.
Moving from the door, she headed to the back room. There was a greenhouse where the majority of the flowers sold came from. She preferred them to be as fresh as possible, so growing them right here was the best option in her mind. Large patches of varying colors and breeds lay before her, basking in the beautiful glow of sunset as the sky began turning a burning orange. It was soft and comforting, adding to her smile as she moved about the garden to begin tending to the flowers
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Dearic
May 18, 2019 8:54:04 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on May 18, 2019 8:54:04 GMT -8
Kalene leaned forward, lifting her left leg behind her as she balanced upon her right foot before extending up to her tiptoes. From this stance, she followed the woman just in front of her, stretching herself and proceeding through the movements of the dance. After a twist, her body faced upward and she pulled her left leg and body together above herself before slowly moving down to stand straight.
She had found the flow of dancing a beautiful and graceful art, just as she did with tending to plants. There had been a woman in the city that used to be a professional dancer and was now a teacher of a studio. The times Kalene watched her, she became entranced at how she moved, lost in the flow of grace. It was like the flow of life given physical form. From there, she had wished to learn the art and asked the woman to teach her. The woman agreed happily, glad to find people she could pass her knowledge to. From the graceful art of ballet to the acrobatic stances of the more contemporary, the young girl learned what she could, soaking in the lessons and practicing in most of her free time that wasn't spent at school or working with her flowers. In the end, she didn't believe she'd ever use what she learned from the classes, seeing it as a fun hobby and nothing more than an expanse to her knowledge, something out of the ordinary that everyone else learned. It made her feel alive and connected to the flow of life around her.
Once the few hours of practice had come to an end, the class was dismissed. Gathering up her things, she moved the main area where her mother was waiting. The sun was low as they made their way home. She didn't spend every day at the shop, trusting the others who were working to handle things. No doubt her father was there, helping with the closing. It meant he'd be a little later getting home, giving them enough time to have dinner prepared. It all brought a smile to her face, being born into her family. They weren't rich or well known, but they lived happy and comfortable lives with her parents always supporting her interests and hobbies. A thought that made her believe she wouldn't be happier anywhere else.
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Dearic
May 18, 2019 20:58:54 GMT -8
Post by Marcus Starmane [RETIRED] on May 18, 2019 20:58:54 GMT -8
Zion didn't flinch as the blades came flying through the air, their owners materializing a few moments later. Their names and faces burning themselves back into his memory as Gerard greeted him and Artoria. Everything was starting to make sense now. This was why his daughter had been so calm and confident when they arrived. She knew that they were here serving the King. He glanced toward Artoria, a smile gracing her lips as she nodded to Gerard. He chuckled as he turned back to face the man, slipping the blade into his belt before he shook his former students handGerard... It's good to see you again... All of you... It has been too long... I'm sorry I never came back... A lot has happened and changed, for me and all of you... |
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Dearic
May 29, 2019 11:25:17 GMT -8
Post by Ashara on May 29, 2019 11:25:17 GMT -8
Kalene leaned forward, lifting her left leg behind her as she balanced upon her right foot before extending up to her tiptoes. From this stance, she followed the woman just in front of her, stretching herself and proceeding through the movements of the dance. After a twist, her body faced upward and she pulled her left leg and body together above herself before slowly moving down to stand straight.
She had found the flow of dancing a beautiful and graceful art, just as she did with tending to plants. There had been a woman in the city that used to be a professional dancer and was now a teacher of a studio. The times Kalene watched her, she became entranced at how she moved, lost in the flow of grace. It was like the flow of life given physical form. From there, she had wished to learn the art and asked the woman to teach her. The woman agreed happily, glad to find people she could pass her knowledge to. From the graceful art of ballet to the acrobatic stances of the more contemporary, the young girl learned what she could, soaking in the lessons and practicing in most of her free time that wasn't spent at school or working with her flowers. In the end, she didn't believe she'd ever use what she learned from the classes, seeing it as a fun hobby and nothing more than an expanse to her knowledge, something out of the ordinary that everyone else learned. It made her feel alive and connected to the flow of life around her.
Once the few hours of practice had come to an end, the class was dismissed. Gathering up her things, she moved the main area where her mother was waiting. The sun was low as they made their way home. She didn't spend every day at the shop, trusting the others who were working to handle things. No doubt her father was there, helping with the closing. It meant he'd be a little later getting home, giving them enough time to have dinner prepared. It all brought a smile to her face, being born into her family. They weren't rich or well known, but they lived happy and comfortable lives with her parents always supporting her interests and hobbies. A thought that made her believe she wouldn't be happier anywhere else. |
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Dearic
May 29, 2019 13:23:42 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on May 29, 2019 13:23:42 GMT -8
The day had been quiet in the shop, giving her little to do. Already had she let the help head home, confident the rest of the day would be easy enough to manage. And so she had stayed in the back, tending to her plants. It was only when she hear the ring of the door that her gaze looked up a smile coming to her face. She enjoyed interacting with the customers, seeing them happy with their purchases, even hearing the stories behind them. She might not have been one to go on adventures, but this was certainly close enough, letting her imagination take over and placing her in the mind of those she spoke with.
Undoing her apron, she set it on a hook as she passed through the door. Immediately, she was met by a sight never seen before. A woman with horns, grayish skin, and hooves. Despite being strange in her appearance, she had seen stranger. Even still, there was a beauty about the woman that couldn’t be describe, along with something else she couldn’t quite place.
Stepping up, Kalene brushed a lock of reddish brown hair over her ear as she stepped to Ashara. "Welcome. I’m Kalene. How can I help you?"
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Dearic
May 29, 2019 13:41:00 GMT -8
Post by Ashara on May 29, 2019 13:41:00 GMT -8
A warm smile came to Ashara's face. Her golden eyes studied the younglings face just to further confirm what the name had. She now noticed, and more of felt, why these planets were doing so well. Moving around to get a better look at the rest of the store and its contents, the woman was careful not to hook any hanging plants with her curled horns.
=Ashara=
I am Ashara, I work at the Temple of Karabor. I heard stories about your green fingers, and I see now that none of the tales lived up to the real thing. She paused to sniff a flower before continuing on back to Kalene. The gardens at the Temple have been without a proper gardener for quite some time, I'm afraid. They need the care and attention of someone with a gift such as yours. I would like to offer you the role. I understand you have a cozy life here, in your shop, but I would ask that you at least come and try out what I offer. I know you would find the work itself very rewarding, but I can also offer you a generous stipend. What do you say, Kalene?
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