Not a member of Pastebin yet?
Sign Up,
it unlocks many cool features!
- Whispering motes of light manifest into existence, twinkling with a sidereal radiance as a calm,
- feminine voice whispers, "Are you ready for to prove your Devotion, My Avaris?"
- Stirring from his quiet reverie, Avaris lowers himself to one knee upon the still
- waters, head lowered. "I am, my Lady."
- The Chamber of the Rhapsodic Choir.
- This domed antechamber resembles a cathedral's heavenly interior with its breathtakingly high
- ceiling and immense, tall windows. The starlit world of mist beyond their shimmering panes is
- revealed from their unadorned glass, while the painted dome above depicts the angelic vista of
- Celestia with cherubs, angels and seraphs, as well as each of the Supernals holding court among the
- clouds. Ornate pews of stark white wood line up before a raised round dais, where a sculpture of the
- Goddess Rhapsody stands at the centre of a tiled mosaic of doves and starlight. Daisies, fresh and
- in eternal bloom, rest upon the statue's neck, while their sweet fragrance wafts throughout the
- cathedral. Emanating as if from nowhere at all, a beautiful feminine voice laces throughout the
- chamber, resounding in faint echoes of memory's refrain. Like a shimmering veil, a baldachin woven
- of water and light draws a starlit canopy over the Immaculate Throne as it loftily rises here in a
- magnificent display of alabaster stone.
- You see a single exit leading northwest.
- You are transported by the power of the Divine.
- Pinpricks of celestial light coalesce into the faint outline of a star lotus, which blossoms open to
- reveal the regal figure of Lantra, the Empyreal.
- Lowering Her head in acknowledgement of your arrival, Lantra crosses the chamber to stand before the
- Immaculate Throne, Her fingers trailing the length of the misty baldachin as the Goddess says
- merely, "Light's blessings upon you, My Avaris. Welcome to the inner sanctum of My Temple."
- Antennae flicking up in surprise, Avaris takes a moment to absorb his new
- surroundings as he steadies himself, the eyes of his wings roving about with open, fascinated
- curiosity. Catching himself, he descends to take a knee, head bowed. "And upon You, my Lady. Thank
- You. It is most beautiful."
- Her slight and statuesque figure exuding a sense of restrained dignity, She is a radiant immortal
- and possessed of a quiet and unassuming stillness. The Goddess's olive-skinned complexion shines
- with the dusky radiance of youth, and yet the ancient burden of duty weighs heavily upon Her
- shoulders, carried with a silent and practised grace. Lost to contemplation, She appraises Her
- surroundings with a distant air; the grey-tinged gaze of Her celadon blue eyes remains as fathomless
- and inscrutable as the hazy mists of a waterfall. Despite the seriousness of Her first impressions,
- however, a gentle smile graces Her lips with an almost maternal tenderness. Her every movement is
- characterised of an unhurried elegance and poise, reflective of an inner peace as She emanates a
- soothing white light.
- Shimmering tresses of palest starlight spill down Her shoulders in a curtain of white to end at Her
- waist, nary a strand out of place. Motes of silver and celadon blue interweave through Her
- immaculate coif, their whispers of colour evoking a breathtaking celestial radiance.
- She is wearing:
- immaculate vestments of purest white starlight that wreathe Her in a celestial glow
- a cascading veil of mist and water lilies that trails at Her feet, shrouding Her face from view
- elevated sandals of woven willow leaves that leave lambent motes with each step
- a gold damask cope clasped with a radiant star lotus that covers Her shoulders in a heavy mantle
- a bracelet of woven water and starlight shimmering upon Her wrist.
- Like a shimmering veil, a baldachin woven of water and light draws a starlit canopy over the
- Immaculate Throne of the Empyreal Goddess, the translucent curtain pulled back by two koi fish
- ornaments of ivory and ebony. Formed of imposing alabaster marble, the smooth, white-blanched stone
- rises to lofty heights to seat the Elder high above all present; the throne's harsh seating is
- softened by silken pillows, each resembling the many-petaled likeness of a water lotus. Engraved
- upon the towering back of the throne is a celadon urn overflowing with four luminous streams of
- water and light, surmounted by a radiant star lotus in eternal bloom. Motes of bracing white
- starlight twirl and dance about the mist-woven baldachin, evoking a soothing and celestial beauty.
- "Few save for My Anointed grace its halls," Lantra states, Her hands pressed before Her patiently.
- "I do not foresee interruption."
- Lantra takes a seat upon the Immaculate Throne, settling comfortably beneath the woven baldachin of
- water and light. The Goddess coolly surveys all gathered before Her with a regal lift of Her head,
- exuding a calm and stern dignity from Her lofty perch.
- Avaris dips his chin in a slight nod of acknowledgement, hesitating for a moment
- before asking, a touch tentatively, "My Lady? Might I ask a favour of You?"
- Tilting Her head ever so slightly, Lantra looks upon you beyond the inscrutable confines of Her
- translucent veil. "You may," She says evenly.
- Moving a hand to press the tip of his clawed fingertips upon the floor, Avaris
- explains, "I admittedly had anticipated performing this in the room you transported me from. Would
- You, perhaps, be able - and willing - to provide for me a layer of water? I had intended to
- incorporate it, the darkness, and some starlight in the performance." He gives a brief, rueful
- laugh, the sound soft as his markings tinge pink with embarrassment. "I should have expected this. I
- am sorry."
- Silently, the Goddess raises a hand from Her throne, and water pours from nowhere at all, filling
- the vicinity with a film of sparkling water that floods the dais.
- ((To my deep and everlasting shame, I start drowning and my waterbreathe has run out of charges.))
- Voice resonating with choral harmonics, you ask, "Would you mind if I go refresh an enchantment?"
- Waving Her hand once more, causing the waters to thin, Lantra, the Empyreal says, "You will not find
- it necessary."
- Clearing his throat awkwardly, the pink in his wings fairly burning now, Avaris
- ducks his head in a jerking nod. "Apologies, my Lady. I will begin when You are ready."
- The sparkling waters that fill the chamber shimmer with faint luminescence as Lantra nods, light
- scattering across Her starlit veil. "At your leisure," She says, Her voice calm and even in its
- intonation as She gestures for you to begin.
- Exhaling slowly, Avaris rolls his shoulders to loosen the tension that grips them
- as he rises, moving to stand a respectful distance from Lantra. He remains thus for a time, visibly
- willing himself to calm as the blush gradually seeps from his wings.
- You think to yourself: A setting aside of the mortification in order to focus, sharpening his
- attention instead on the task at hand, at trying to salvage the rocky start.
- Cast in the soft, diffuse light of the faint pinpricks of starlight that are
- scattered throughout the motionless waters, Avaris settles into a posture of tranquil reflection,
- chin resting against the curving rise of his plated collarbone, still and quiescent as the pool he
- stands upon. Painted in muted swathes of silver, he is as an austere statue brushed by the gentle
- caress of an artist's loving touch, each argent stroke conservative and deliberate in its
- application.
- From stillness, from silence, a first breath. Unhurried and steady, an exhalation
- savoured as the opening note in a symphony of creation. The gentle curves of the index fingers of
- three of Avaris's hands drifts down to alight behind the cross of his blade's hilts, resting there
- for a moment of placidity. With the barest motion, they slide the awaiting blades from their
- sheathes, the cool silver pouring forth from his scabbards with the fluid hiss of a falling stream,
- decanting into his awaiting hands in a flow of gleaming steel. He raises them as one, turning his
- torso sidelong so that the silhouetted swords form one whole - Which parts into three distinct
- outlines, limned in subtle light. In the silence of the voidal space, a single, hushed word is sung
- into being in a voice that is three, harmonising as one. "Cosmogenesis."
- The Goddess's eyes follow each fluid movement, the silence of Lantra indicative of the intensity of
- Her attentions as She heeds the rise and fall of each note.
- The angle of each of the three blades lends them a difference in hue as the light
- strikes them - One is nearly blinding in its luminous, shining white, the other its opposite, a void
- of black that is discernible only by the absence at its center as illumination is denied to it. The
- last is almost ethereal as the light glances along its tilted surface, a wavering, shimmering
- quality to its ghostly shade of silver. The white dips and sways with the exuberant freneticism of a
- novice conductor's baton as Avaris turns in a graceful circle, gradually lowering himself with one
- leg extended outwards, balanced upon the ball of his left heel. The edge of the white blade plunges
- into the still waters beneath, wrenching up a great gout of scattering, misshapen droplets in its
- enthusiasm, many of which flicker with fitful glimmers of light, though there are those that are
- little more than atramentous blots of ravenous ebon that blacken all they touch. A word is sung,
- sharp and bright with eager, ecstatic lack of restraint. "Creation." The sister blade, empty as a
- starless sky, snaps down to shatter many of illuminated, unsteady sphere into cascades of glittering
- motes, the violent flick and pivot of each jerking motion reducing dozens to their base, inert
- element as they fall to the pool from whence they came. A lower register, a voice formed all from
- teeth, snapping, jerking syllables, hollow with hunger. "Destruction."
- All is witnessed in silence by Lantra as the blades continue in their dance, the droplets lingering
- in the air as your words echo throughout the antechamber. There is a solemnity to each fading
- repetition, haunting almost in its decibel.
- The third sword, ephemeral and distant, draws closer, lured by the sparks of
- imperfect potential that shower upwards in careless sprays of malformed realisation. While the black
- busies itself with the gleeful undoing of all that is made, the other two grow nearer still, until
- their edges glide along one another, sending up a rising note that is so pure and keen that it cuts
- at the heart. From Avaris's throat, "Harmony," the voices of the white and silver sing in unison,
- the fervor and tranquility finding a balance in their harmony that smooths the motions of the
- creator sword, each arcing pass more deliberate, more thoughtful. The droplets that ascend from the
- primordial waters below now are constant in their shape, brighter and clearer as their precision of
- form refracts the light, sharp and true.
- Avaris rises in an unhurried spiral, blades spinning and flowing in an elegant
- waltz. He continues to turn in place even as he leans back, lifting a taloned foot high as he arches
- low enough that the strokes of sanguine aether flowing from his crest brush the surface of the pool,
- the hand that grips the white blade reaching out so that the back of his silver-brushed knuckles
- glide just over the unbroken waters. With the barest tilt of his wrist, the very tip of the shining
- sword dips beneath the serene liquid, gathering a mote of somnolent starlight upon its point as it
- arcs through the quiescent pool with nary a ripple. The long span of his talons curl down as his
- foot drifts at a languid, downward diagonal, levering his form upright in a graceful corkscrew,
- preceded by the white sword and the infant star cradled at its tip. With a gentle flick, the stellar
- mote ascends to float above him, bathing the kephera further still in shades of soft argent. Pitched
- low and soft, the melody of his words is bittersweet, the joy of Her advent muted by the burden of
- foreknowledge. "A gentle star is given life, as yet untouched by heartache, by strife. Born to heal,
- born to mend, to draw back that which might otherwise end."
- The Goddess reclines upon Her throne, the veil of Her features betraying nothing as Lantra watches
- the arcing light, its immaculate radiance bathing the chamber in its muted beauty. As always, She
- listens, and as before, She is as immobile as stone and as unreadable.
- The ceaseless, clarion note that rings out from the white blade in Avaris's grip
- resonates with the young star as it passes by, the sweet sphere of light drawn inexorably in its
- wake. "A love for all that is living in Her heart, the need to nurture, to see Them grow." The
- process of creation, of imbuing life with its keening melody, continues unabated, until a trail of
- sidereal motes flows from the shining sword in a splendour that seems without end, though many
- disperse as they grow distant from the white saber's gravitic pull, arcing out in glittering paths
- of effervescent light. The gentle star remains, delineated by the subtly purer hue of its light,
- gathering lesser siblings close to bask in the soothing aura of its luminescence. "Long after their
- creator from Them did part, from Her a mother's love They did know."
- The cycle of white and black continues unabated, the passage of the great swords
- somehow distant as focus is drawn closer to the eddying whirl of their wake. From amongst the
- lively, bobbing swirl of smaller lights that cavort about the gentle star, one distinguishes itself
- by virtue of the innate warmth it possesses. It gravitates towards the elder star as it grows,
- buoyant and sweet, and in its cheerful presence, the luminosity of the other burgeons. They orbit
- one another so closely in their courtship that they seem as one, a timeless, intimate dance that
- seems without end. There is a bittersweet quality to Avaris's layered voice, at once jubilant and
- mournful as he sings, soft and clear, "Two halves together form a joyous, loving whole. She is, as
- She will ever be, The Light of Her Soul."
- The painted figures of the angelic vista of Celestia depicted upon the high ceiling seem to blur as
- if with their own movement as you sings, while Lantra is the picture of restraint - all seems alive,
- responding and joyous save for the Elder Goddess, whose eyes flicker for a moment from you to the
- statue that graces the antechamber behind you. The moment passes, and once more, She looks upon the
- kephera with the same quiet severity and interest that She has held from the moment the song began.
- "Envy." The abyssal blade, that jealous sister of want and ache, gathers a train of
- cast-off, darkling children of its own in a splattering spray of stygian ruin. It turns, thrusting
- cruelly down to clash against the flat of the silver blade's peaceful form, shattering the harmony
- of the cyclical dance with a jarring crash of discordant steel that sends the ephemeral sword
- spinning out of Avaris's hand in a whirling arc high overhead. Still, he does not cease in his
- elegant movement, turning all the while as the sword comes tumbling down, blade glinting with
- fitful, dizzyingly inconstant light, plunging down in a chaotic blurring of motion, directly towards
- the kephera's crown.
- Serenely, Avaris lifts a hand up in a smooth, fluid arc, drawing the errant blade
- from the air in a flow of silver and bringing it down in the same, ubroken stream of movement,
- sheathing it soundlessly. Only two swords, now, the sisters of black and white, engaged in their
- back and forth of making and unmaking, the shining weapon ever singing with that constant, pure
- note. Their timeless dance is subtly altered, as the absence of the third engenders an imbalance
- that grows more pervasive as the circuitous, serpentine paths wend their way in lopsided loops. The
- two dissonant swords list towards a converging path, brought together by mutual loss. In tandem,
- their trajectory alters, veering away from their respective entourages, sliding into the awaiting
- scabbards with a sharp, resounding snap that is echoed in the harsh, cold nature of his voice.
- "Abandonment."
- The ring of metal reverberates in the antechamber, rippling across the celestial waters as the music
- resounds in a brief infinity of sound as Lantra listens, as if anticipating the next notes even
- before they are spoken.
- The sudden, unexpected absence of the reassuring constance that was white blade's
- clarion call is brutal in its totality, the comforting, guiding note ripped savagely away and
- leaving in its wake...Nothing. A silence that is unsettling in its pervasiveness cloaks Avaris , a
- sadistic nail trailing along the shivering cords of the heart, winding the nerves taut with anxious
- agitation. The vacuum of sound is suffocating as it presses in, oppressive and terrifying, sending
- the orphaned lights into disarray as chaos and fear take hold. The gentle star wavers, squeezing in
- on itself as it retreats, seeking comfort in familiarity, and finding none.
- From the tumult that engulfs the children, points of order emerge, unmoving, solid
- bastions of calm around which their frantic siblings grow settled once more. The exertion of their
- influence stabilises the discord as the shivering, compressed star is coaxed forth by a sibling,
- steadying once more. "A Brother does not coddle, does not soothe, nor fued. A hand extended, a focus
- provided, purpose imbued." Avaris sings, voice firm and resolute.
- The folded layers of Avaris's wings unfurl to their full, vast span, as he grows
- still, all six drawn out to provide a backdrop of faintly lambent feathers. The familiar eyes are
- absent, providing an unmarked canvas upon which he paints his essence in sharp lines of light and
- and dark, the bold strokes forming stylised figures that shift and flow in an indistinct procession
- of events. One, graceful as liquid starlight, is rendered with far more loving detail than any
- other, each line of Her form suffused with an understated splendour, an elegance that is unmatched
- by those that surround Her - Painted with the same brilliant, pure light as the gentle star that
- hovers still above him. The figures form into seven circles, each a distinct hue, with six ringing
- the golden one that forms the center.
- Tendrils of black invade from the outer edges of Avaris's wings, undulating towards
- the sevenfold array of circles in sinuous, grasping lurches. The procession of images mapped upon
- his wings grows swifter, gaining speed and intensity in equal measure until they flicker by in
- flares of sharp, searing light - A warning is given by a male built of angles and edges, an alert
- sent up. A blurred, rushed sketch of a hurried meeting, many beings caught in depictions of
- impassioned debate. A large formation of figures approaches the encroaching, alien presences, a
- female wrought of gentle, warm light extending a hand in peace, in friendship. "Compassion and an
- open heart, offered up as a gift, to make from fear a friend." A black line, twisting and distorted,
- lashes out at the open hand, spilling a spray of red light that is shocking in its vivid, violent
- hue. "From hope and love, instead comes hunger, comes dread - The beginning of an end." A single
- image, of chaos and violence, the alien tendrils among the glowing figures, ripping, rending them
- apart, consuming.
- The exquisite light made manifest in the kephera's unfurled wings revitalizes and renews the
- sparkling waters that surround the dais, reflecting the performance with subtle brilliance. Then as
- the black tendrils invade, the light dims in turn, the still waters darkening beneath their warning.
- A huge, bladed foot stamps down upon the pool, sending up a spray of broken water,
- the impact violent and sudden as Avaris lunges forward, the cruel talons scoring the smooth surface
- as he twists, launching himself upwards with a great shout in an explosive burst of motion. The
- gleaming, polished plates of his carapace flash and glint as he contorts in the air, swords and
- wings snapping out in savage, vicious stabs - And even amidst this dizzying whirl of feather, steel
- and chitin, glimpses of scenes branded in searing light. Bodies broken and scattered, leaking
- essence in wisps of dissipating luminescence even as the healers strive to mend them, desperate in
- their ministration - That same, ever-present female form foremost among them, constant in Her
- presence even as others shift and flow, flickering about Her. "Chaos! Strife! No end to despair, the
- loss of life!"
- The tip of his foot lashes down to catch Avaris's fall, turning his momentum into a
- low, sweeping kick that carries him up into an upright position once more - Though he does not stop
- or rest, striking out with elbow and knee in brutal blows as his wings fan out flat behind him. "The
- heart strong and pure, threatened to be overwhelmed by desperation, terror, fear." The Lady of white
- kneeling over the shattered body of one She could not save, alone - But only for a moment, as
- another Lady painted from soft lines of warmth and love holds Her as She weeps. "The arms of Her
- love give Her strength, held close, held tight, held dear."
- That single scene lingers far longer than any other, as flickering, maddening
- images of war flow around the two embracing figures. Avaris brings his swords together, edge on edge
- in a terrible blow, harsh and screaming as steel is dragged over cold, unfeeling steel. At the same
- moment, the one that holds the weeping figure fractures, shattering into fragments of broken light
- that dissipates, leaving Her bereft, and utterly alone. Her face grows obscured, veiled by the
- suggestion mist, and the hue of Her light seems colder, more remote as the warmth from the lost
- lover is ripped away. He does not descrate this moment with words, with paltry imitations of beloved
- song. He is silent, but not still - For the procession of events rushes ever onward, merciless and
- uncaring for individual loss, indifferent to heartbreak.
- The Immaculate Throne and the Goddess seated upon it have not moved for a moment, and yet as the
- scene manifests upon the dais, it is as if a distance has widened: its shadows lengthened, the mists
- denser, the figure more indistinct from Her lofty perch.
- When he sings again, there is a hollow quality to his words, as if one voice has
- been removed from the choir his own is built from, leaving it sorely diminished. "An atrocity born
- of ambition, of pride, an Elixir concocted, heralded to turn the tide." The scenes that unravel on
- Avaris's wings are faintly indistinct, numbed in their incessant intensity. Before a crowd of
- hopefuly faces, a man of lurid red holds up a cup, from which steams a sickly miasma. The expression
- on his face is triumphant, and subtly disturbing, a covetous gleam in the wide circles of his eyes.
- "Desperation beggars sense and clarity of thought, so eager to bring an end to this war, so long
- fought." Within the sea of faces, one more beautiful, more detailed than the others is distinct in
- that Her eyes are filled with doubt, with dread as She looks upon the Elixir. None turn to Her for
- Wisdom, none look to Her for guidance. "Even in Her grief, She is pure and true. Shunned,
- maltreated, trust witheld instead to spurn." A flickering concatenation of events, faces twisted in
- contempt, backs turned upon Her, looking instead to others. "But They forget, haughty with Their
- arrogance, so cruel." A spar, a flash of loathing in the eye of the Second as He stabs Her, spilling
- red.
- The stylised female picks up a spear, hands gripping the haft tight as She holds it
- aloft, a dread halo of light sharply outlining the weapon's blade as Avaris intones, voice low and
- hard with menace, "Even gentle stars burn."
- The endless, wearying barrage of scenes continues to play out in a ceaseless
- assault upon the eyes, each built from painfully bright, sharp lines of light that stab with
- vicious, strobing intensity. Avaris Scenes of vast import flit by with as much time given to them as
- the inconsequential. Three figures sitting in judgement of twelve, the Lady white before Her healing
- mound, figures abandoning a hopeless fight through a gateway into the uncaring dark. She follows a
- group that passes into the abyss, the formation quickly scattered by the assault of a hideous,
- writhing form, which sends the gentle star tumbling into the emptiness, alone, bereft.
- Abruptly, absolute darkness. All light is snuffed out, smothered by a blackness so
- dense it is almost tangible, bearing with it a crushing sense of isolation as even Avaris vanishes
- from sight. There is no sound for a time, so complete is the absence of the void, until words float
- through the nothingness - So soft, so quiet that in anything other than this utter silence, they
- would be inaudible. Faint and distant, he murmurs, barely a nelody at all, "Alone. Abandoned. A
- punishment undeserved. No hope to cling to, no warmth, no light. All that keeps Her is the memory of
- love's sweet song, a talisman against the dark."
- Emanating from nowhere at all, the bright, rhapsodic sound of a feminine voice echoes the kephera in
- wordless chorus, hushed as a candle flickering in the darkness.
- Glimmers of light form, at first so dim that they are difficult to discern, but
- they grow brighter, more distinct. "Hope. A Brother forged a trail of stars, to guide Her home, from
- near, from far." Avaris rings out, hope bright and shining in his voice. A pathway of sidereal
- pinpricks of luminosity manifests from the glittering motes, stretching off into the distance. The
- gentle star is painted into life from the darkness and goes to follow the trail, but is blocked by a
- figure both familiar and twisted - A monster in the guise of one once respected, a mockery from the
- past. "Though She is quiet, and some thought Her meek, to Her core She is not weak."
- The focus narrows in upon the Lady painted in luminous white, graceful and calm as
- lesser lights cavort happily about Her for a time. "Wisdom to teach, love to share, as they strive
- and yearn to draw as close as they dare." A single mote of Avaris's essence drifts up from his
- plated chest, sharp and golden as it joins the others in their reverent orbit about the greater
- star. The other points of light fade into the background, growing diffuse and indistinct, until all
- that remains is the beauty of the star of white, and the smaller, aureate light that dances,
- spiralling closer in a slow, tentative waltz. The graceful nature of the endless turning is mirrored
- in the kephera's form as he slows, spinning down and folding in upon himself until he drifts to a
- stop, lowered to one knee. His wings are extended straight up from his bent back, curving in like
- the petals of a great flower, from which thrust the glinting edges of his upraised swords, cradling
- the two lights within the center as they turn in an endless dance. When he speaks, this time, the
- only music is the natural melody of his voice, quiet, but almost painful in its unguarded, earnest
- openness, its sincerity. "So long as I You do not turn me away, my Lady, You will never be alone.
- This is all the Devotion that I know how to give You."
- The passage of time slows as the music reaches its crescendo, its sudden descent into nothing but
- voice a stark sound in the hollow chamber. The vow, quiet as it is, gains strength and volume from
- its after-echoes, surrounding Lantra from where She sits impassive upon the Immaculate Throne. For
- the entirety of the performance, She has done nothing but observe, but there is a weight to Her
- silence now: a sense of contemplation as well as a fixed scrutiny that its at once gentle and
- probing.
- Avaris does not so much as twitch from the posture he maintains, even his breathing
- so restrained that there is barely a perceptible shifting of the burnished plates of his armoured
- torso. He waits with a patient air, a statue of reverent repose built from curving planes and sharp
- angles.
- You think to yourself: He is not nervous, despite the unwavering scrutiny that he is subjected to -
- He will either be judged worthy, he believes, or cast aside. He has done what he can, and if his
- love for Her is not enough, if he is note Devoted enough, than the fault is his alone.
- After the lengthy silence, Lantra brings Her hands together in quiet applause. A shimmer of water
- and light flashes across Her starlit veil as She says, "Why profess your Devotion in song, My
- Avaris?"
- There is no shift in the immobile, curving planes of Avaris's features as the
- applause is given, his sole reaction a polite inclination of his head in acknowledgement of the
- gesture. Rather than answer the question immediately, the quiescent banners of his antennae shift,
- undulating despite his efforts at stillness, as several of the light-forged eyes of his wings flick
- towards the sculpture that graces the raised dais. When, finally, he does speak, it is with evident
- effort, at he struggles with the words, seeking to wrestle them into a shape befitting his feelings.
- "I know that You...Favour it, my Lady. It has meaning, more than it would to others, for You,
- and..." The pointed tips of his fingers scrape quietly along the grips of his swords, still held
- within his grasp. "It is how She showed Her love for You, often. I wished to honour Her, and to..."
- Here, he falters, words stumbling into silence.
- You think to yourself: To...What? Show his love for Her in the same way? To play at being a
- misshapen echo of something far, far greater than he could ever be? To try and ease the ache of
- absence with his warbling? Even he, in truth, did not know. All that he does know, is that he wishes
- to convey how he feels in a way that matters, that song might carry through the mist that he cannot
- part.
- Arising gracefully from the Immaculate Throne, Lantra walks towards you, the train of a cascading
- veil of mist and water lilies fluttering behind Her to ripple on the low-lying waters. "Music is a
- potent power," the Goddess says, giving a glance to the sculpture at the centre of the dais. "For Us
- Elders, the sound of Dynara's voice was what greeted Us first in this world. The Song of Creation is
- interwoven with Our life itself."
- The statement even, unquestioning, Lantra, the Empyreal says to you, "The Devotion expressed is to
- be your own. And yet you chose such an expression for My sake. I would not have begrudged you
- another path, had you chosen it."
- At Lantra's approach, there is a subtle sense of Avaris preparing for a potential
- blow, his shoulders shifting minutely higher, the long, armoured fingers of each hand tightening and
- loosening their grip upon his swords in an unbidden expression of apprehension. He listens to Lantra
- with a keenness that beggars the glinting edges of his blades, his focus entirely upon the Goddess'
- every word. At length, he lowers his chin in a faintly uncomfortable nod. "You are kind, my Lady.
- I...I can try again, if You will give me another chance. I can find something different."
- You think to yourself: And what would he find, exactly, that would express his Devotion without
- mimicking others? What could he do? He was no artist, no singer, no poet. How could a bludgeon
- express Devotion worthy of Her?
- The mists shrouding Lantra from view shift slightly at the sound of your discomfort, flickering with
- something akin to uncertainty. Then Her hands raise to the mantle that covers Her from view, and
- gently draw it back.
- Lantra draws a cascading veil of mist and water lilies away to unveil Her face, framing Her features
- in a sheer, sparkling curtain of mist.
- You look at a cascading veil of mist and water lilies that Lantra is wearing:
- Trailing to the floor in an elegant train, this cascading veil parts to reveal the Goddess's face,
- framed in a sheer, sparkling curtain of mist. An endless sea of water lilies, their centre each lit
- with a single radiant star, drift across the veil's surface in a gentle procession of white. This
- bewitching mist-spun veil floats with the Goddess's every step as if glissading through water, held
- in place by two breathtaking star lotuses that frame Her face with petals in eternal bloom.
- Bereft of this layer that separates you from the Goddess's true intentions, there is no displeasure
- revealed upon the face of Lantra nor is there dissatisfaction. There is in its absence a sense of
- uncertainty, a strange curiosity as She gazes upon you openly, and without pretense. "You
- misunderstand," She says. "You have not angered Me."
- One by one, the countless eyes that make up the vigilant constellation within
- Avaris's wings are drawn to Lantra's unveiled visage, as unable to resist Her as a droplet of water
- can deny gravity's pull. They widen, the arcs of sharply delineated light softening with undisguised
- adoration and wonder as they drink in the beauty of Lantra's features - Though there is a slight
- uncertainty to a number of them, reflecting that of his Goddess. "I...I see. I am sorry for
- misapprehending Your meaning, my Lady." He hesitates, as if unsure of whether to speak further, then
- ventures, "Will You help me understand? Please?"
- Each word is soft, like rain falling from Her lips as Lantra replies, "You give much of yourself in
- belief that it shall meet lofty expectation. And yet I do not hold you to such unsurmountable
- heights, My Avaris." Her brow furrows ever so slightly as She considers you, the intensity of Her
- questioning gaze not unkind, but rather intrigued, wondering. "There is a vulnerability in being
- observed, whether in performance or... elsewhere. Stars themselves flicker, sometimes, to feel
- unseen." Though Her voice is calm, there is a distance in Her gaze. a thought that remains unspoken.
- "To express such vulnerability is no small thing."
- The furrowing of Lantra's flawless brow is echoed in the downward curving of
- Avaris's antennae, the angle steep as he turns Lantra's words over, studying them with the careful
- manner of one reluctant to touch a bead of water, lest he ruin it. "I would give You all that I am,
- my Lady, but I do not believe that it will meet the high expectations You describe, I only hope that
- I might." His words are almost ponderous in their precise delivery, each placed with a weight that
- speaks of a great degree of thought given to the effect that they may have. A significant degree of
- his attention shifts to regard Lantra's veil, regarding the mist with a weighing gaze for a time
- before he replies. Softly, with extreme care, he observes, "For some, I think, it is more
- significant than others."
- Avaris looks down at the cruel hooks of his talons, the dense, warding plating of
- his form, and stares for a time. The tenderness of his murmured words is as soft as the armouring of
- his carapace is hard, his voice so quiet that they barely brush the senses. "I do not wish to hurt
- You, my Lady. In any way. I would rather anything else. I hope that You know that."
- "You performed well in your Devotion, My Avaris," Lantra says with a hand raised to stall your
- thought, Her voice quiet and resolute as She continues, "You have not harmed Me in any manner.
- History of the Elders is fraught, difficult to articulate, and sometimes painful to recall. And
- though this is so, to recount it in the manner most treasured by My kind is to honour those
- memories."
- Avaris bows his head in acquiescence, but says nothing. Moving with a careful,
- unhurried grace, he withdraws his swords from where they thrust up between his raised wings, taking
- evident care never to bring the points even remotely close to pointing in Lantra's direction as he
- turns them about and slides them quietly back into their scabbards. His hands now freed, he places
- them upon their customary place, overlapping atop his heart as his wings fold down in a whispering
- susurration of feathers, forming his layered cloak once more. "Yes, my Lady."
- Her fingers gently lifting your head to face Her kind gaze, Lantra says softly, "I have but one last
- question to ask of you, My Avaris." As the Goddess's words are spoken, the soothing radiance of the
- light suffusing Her returns, having been absent during the entire exchange: calming and cool, like
- rain gently falling upon a parched desert. "You have performed Devotion unto Me, and yet I wonder
- what Devotion means to you. For all mortals view My pillars through different facets."
- The touch upon the burnished carapace of his face has an immediate, potent effect
- upon Avaris as he offers no resistant whatsoever to Lantra. The spiked halos of his pauldroned
- shoulders sink down as he relaxes, every line and edge of his form loosening as he can do nothing
- but gaze up at Lantra's kind regard, hopelessly lost in the celadon blue of Lantra's eyes. His own,
- the seven orbs of vivid azure, flood with a deluge of brilliant motes of light so completely that
- there is naught of their true hue visible, so complete is his unspoken joy. So engrossed in Lantra
- is he that there is a significant delay between the question and it seeming to register in his
- besotted mind, his antennae flicking weakly when it does. Further silence, still, as he seeks to
- recollect the scattered cotton of his thoughts and shape it into words fit to answer with. When he
- does speak, it is in a soft, dreamy manner, each word limned by an affection that has no end, no
- limit. "It is giving oneself to another completely, my Lady. An offering up of the self, without
- reservation, without expectation of reciprocation. It is the unfettered joy at the gift of the self
- being accepted, at having the opportunity to prove Devotion, time and again, in ways grand and
- small, every hour of every day, unto eternity."
- "Eternity," Lantra echoes, a faint amusement in Her voice. "The ideal of it is so, perhaps. And yet
- mortal hearts fade, and Devotions waver. Would you thus hold yourself to such a stringent vow unto
- Me, when so many souls find their paths change and lead them astray?"
- The sudden, unyielding certainty in Avaris's voice is adamant, unhesitating in is
- absolute belief. "Yes. I will not waver. My love for You will not fade." Though still awash with
- pure, effulgent light, his regard is honest, almost severe in its gravity. "I will stand by You,
- should You allow me, until time unravels and the stars die out, and naught is left but You and I, my
- Lady."
- The Goddess withdraws Her hand, stepping back to look upon you thoughtfully. Then, with Her own
- unyielding conviction, Lantra answers, "Then I shall hold you to such a vow of Devotion, from now
- until eternity." A brief flare of white light arcs through the chamber at Her words, the thin film
- of water upon the dais's floor shimmering in answer.
- Softly, Lantra, the Empyreal says, "Well done, My Faithful Avaris."
- The moment that Lantra breaks contact with him, the radiance of Avaris's eyes dims,
- receding until it resembles merely a brillant sea bathed in the light of an argent star. He lowers
- his head once again, almost reflexively, and raps his conjoined hands gently against his heart.
- "Thank You for this gift, my Lady."
- As the countless eyes of Avaris's folded wings gaze ever adoringly at Lantra, he
- stirs, asking, "Ah, my Lady. When would You like to discuss what I might do to show my Fortitude for
- You?"
- "It is more than earned, My Avaris," Lantra replies, Her hand drawing forth a cascading veil of mist
- and water lilies once more. At your question, however, She hesitates. "That would be dependent on
- your expression of it, My Avaris."
- He, too, hesitates, though in the manner of one wary of presenting a potentially
- undesirable notion. Avaris's fingers trace minuscule lines atop the curving expanse of his
- breastplate as he considers. "Well. I have been thinking about this one for some time, my Lady. I
- wish to leave You with no doubt whatsoever as to my conviction, and that You can rely on me."
- Clearing his throat, the sound oddly melodic in its vibrating harmony, he forges on, "I would like a
- trial. Have me guard something of value - A place, an object, whichever You decide. Something
- sufficient to tempt some of Your Cousins into trying to take it from me." He holds up a finger,
- forestalling, as he explains, "If it could be made to only be given over willingly, should I falter,
- that would be ideal. Twelve days, and twelve nights, of enduring whatever can be sent to assail me."
- Avaris pauses, uttering a faint, brief laugh. "I will need Your help with this, I
- think, else I will simply be standing somewhere, pointlessly."
- Soft laughter as light as a gentle rain spills from Lantra's lips, the melodious sound accompanied
- by a faintly amused smile.
- The mirth in Her celadon eyes unmistakable, Lantra, the Empyreal says, "You do not ask for much, do
- you?"
- Avaris's antennae bend at odd angles as Lantra's laughter brightens the room, a
- faint blush of pink caressing the eyes of his wings. "Ah. Well," he begins, self-consciously,
- "I...Thought it might be a good idea."
- Avaris waves a hand aside hurriedly, stating, "I am happy to show it otherwise, my
- Lady, if You wish. I do not want to trouble You overmuch."
- Undeterred by the notion, though Her amusement at it remains palpable in a way that is refreshingly
- frank for the usually reserved Goddess, Lantra says, "There are precious few belongings I Myself
- possess that I can imagine My Cousins covet. However, I believe I understand the source of your
- desire, and the spirit of its request. I shall meditate upon this, but I shall repeat My earlier
- statement: know that you need not break yourself in your attempts to prove yourself to Me. Your vows
- are meant to be proof, not necessarily a trial."
- Evenly, Her words devoid of judgment but merely stating an observation, Lantra says, "And I confess
- I am not partial to the idea of you becoming the regular subject of My Cousins' torments."
- Despite the decidedly stubborn tilt of Avaris's jaw as he lifts his face to look
- upon Lantra's, there is the distinct sense that he is relishing every precious moment of Lantra's
- freer expressing of sentiment, every minute, infinitesimal detail appreciated in the manner of a
- priceless work of art. "My Lady, I know that You think me a child, but I am not one. If I do not
- risk being broken, in this trial especially, than I will not be content in having expressed my
- dedication to You. For my sake, please - Do not be gentle in this. Set everything that You can
- against me, so that You know without the faintest whisper of a doubt that You can trust in me, in
- all things."
- varis's left shoulder rises in a modest shrug, as he states, "Better I than You,
- my Lady, or any other. I can withstand it. I will be a lodestone for it, if it spares others."
- The levity in Her presence fades at the severity of your words, taking them with the measure of
- solemnity that they are spoken. Lantra nods, pursing Her lips as She weighs Her reply. "Perhaps not
- a child," She replies, kindly, "but mortal still. Nonetheless, I will keep your request in mind, My
- Avaris, and your desire for it to be punishing in nature."
- Watching Lantra for a time, Avaris eventually lowers his chin in a slow, gracious
- nod of acceptance. "I have some faint flicker of Divinity within my soul, my Lady. Mortal, but
- sufficient. I will endure." The sparkling motes within his eyes burgeon in a brief expansion of his
- version of a smile, which warms the chords of his resonating voice. "Thank You, my Lady. I
- appreciate it, sincerely."
- Her eyebrow faintly lifted, as if assessing your expression, Lantra, the Empyreal says, "You are
- welcome, My Faithful Avaris, even as you seem intent on making your every path a thorned one. I do
- not hold you to that in your vows. I merely acknowledge it is what you seem to desire."
- Unperturbed - If anything, buoyed at the prospect of the potential horrors that may
- await him, Avaris dips his head in an amiable nod. "I know that You do not, my Lady. I do, however.
- You are very kind, but I will hold myself to the highest standards imaginable in Your stead, for
- that is what I expect of any that claim to love You."
- With a deep, almost exasperated sigh, Lantra looks to you and nods. "To serve Me is not to be a
- magnet for suffering," She says, a glimmer of jest in Her words as She adds, "I hope."
- Pleased, it seems, at the hint of humour that his Lady shows, Avaris's antennae
- flick up to wave back and forth in languid, drifting motion. "To serve You is the sweetest pleasure,
- my Lady. I simply wish to play magnet to suffering so that it misses You, and Yours." Freeing a
- hand, he taps a pointed finger to his breast, a touch of levity to his own words as he says, "Why do
- You think I worked so laboriously to make myself giant, golden, and impossible to miss? Gaudy as I
- am, I make a fine magnet."
- A disarming gentleness in Her reply, Lantra, the Empyreal says, "And yet far better for none to
- suffer at all, no matter how bright a lightning rod they choose to be."
- Lantra silently shrouds Her face from view with a cascading veil of mist and water lilies,
- withdrawing behind a curtain of sheer, sparkling mist.
- Leaning his head aside in a brief, bobbing acknowledgement, Avaris replies easily,
- "That is the future I aspire to manifest, my Lady. Until then, I shall be the very brightest of
- lightning rods." Regarding Lantra with undisguised warmth, the very picture of adulation, he
- breathes out a faint, appreciative sigh, nodding. "I have taken enough of Your time, my Lady."
- Fading once more into the mists that surround Her, Lantra, the Empyreal says, "Then may We meet
- again when your trial of Fortitude is nigh, My Faithful Avaris."
- Voice resonating with choral harmonics, you say, "Yes, my Lady. Light's blessings go with You."
- Lantra, the Empyreal says, "You may depart through the windows of the hall. Explore the inner
- sanctum as you wish."
Add Comment
Please, Sign In to add comment