05-29-2016, 03:04 AM
“Right then, along we must go!” Marty’s eyes were wide and determined. What haste, he had suddenly summoned, filled the room with a gusting thrill of life, which certainly said something, for his age seemed to show even more on the wrinkles around his eyes.
“Oh, now?” Caira blinked, hadn’t he just told her to go shower? Maybe Marty was getting senile in his old age, but perhaps, she pondered, he was simply excited, or a bit quirky, and letting a bit of it show through. Her bright eyes fell on the back with the book, it was strange, holding such a novel item in her power, only to bestow it upon another. The Knight tried not to dwell on it, while she found herself being lead away, “Where are we going?”
“Tis a new moon tonight, where do you think?” a gummy grin filled Marty’s smile, and he spun around in his wheelchair with a speed like Caira had never seen before. “The Tower.”
It was an ominous name, for a pretty mystical place. Lived up to the reputation though. Moony had waved her goodbyes to Caira and Marty, before boiling up some fortune-telling trouble in her quaint little shack. Meanwhile, the two traversed the cobblestone town quickly, and fluidly. Marty didn’t speak much to Caira on their way over, but since he had the book in his possession, he seemed quite fond of her, one might say.
With a new moon, it would obviously be optimal conditions for a meeting of the astronomer’s guild. What Marty did say, was a quick quip about time, and how it was nil, “We should make it, I think, before dusk. That’ll give us some time to talk it over with the other members.”
Marty rockily rolled over the stone streets, finally, after quite a bit of jumbling, the peculiar pair made it across the island of Dalaran, and over to the highest point in the quaint magical city. It was, obviously an observatory, but it was of a strange style. Steampunk, mixed with elite technology. Stone walls rolled all the way up the castle-esque building, and there were three little towers, each cylindrical, that fell short of the largest one. The tallest tower, overlooked the entire town of Dalaran, as well as, Caira imagined, a close grasp on the stars. On the top of the Tower, there was an observatory, hidden for the most part by cloud and angling of the protecting corners of the castle building around it. The Tower also had a bit of a protruding instrument on one side, Caira guessed that would be the telescope, which the Camelot star-gazers would have spared no expense in order to obtain.
With a gentle jangle of Marty’s keys, Caira was beckoned by him, “This way, this way,” and they went up what would’ve been the faster route, he wheeled them through the main gate, which they had gained admittance by his key, and around the inner grounds, leading directly to the center. Directly to the Tower. An elevator had been built in the middle of a long set of spiraling stairs. The doors closed around the two, and Marty seemed ecstatic, Caira, meanwhile, was silent, stoic, and completely ready.
The time that lead up -and up, and up!- so the levels of the tower told, built up the suspense of the truth. Caira’s thoughts were a little foggy on what she would hear. Would she hear the truth about this mysterious artifact? Or would she hear more roundabout answers from mysterious old men. Not that she had anything against them, she’d been raised in a monastery, after all.
Ding, ding. Chimed the gentle sound of their arrival.
“Ah Marty! We were beginning to think you weren’t gonna show!” A friendly face appeared behind the opening doors of the small, claustrophobic-causing box of death.
“I’m here, at last.” he announced, his lateness made the sound of his voice more like a dull blade.
“And who’s this?” the young guild member asked, her eyes met Caira’s with a real sense of sanctioning. They’d obviously had some sort of talk about dragging along outsiders to the guild-meetings before.
“This is Ayryn. She is a Prime, and has done me a great deed, as well as many noble feats. She is interested in what knowledge we know, and is curious about the Star Piece.” Marty’s voice carried over the spherical chamber within. Caira had been to this room before, for she recognized it as the same one she’d met the old astronomer in. There was a hush about the room now, as the information fell on the other guild member’s ears.
“Ayryn you say?” the woman pestered slightly, while the Prime held her ground, and let her eyes move about the room to the group of about ten to fifteen astronomers who had gathered there. “And she... Wants to know about the stars? Marty you know that’s dangerous business. You can’t just go on and on about that to just anyone!”
“I know, I know Clarie, but this girl isn’t what she appears, to say the least, Moony’s met her, and likes her... Not to mention, Ayryn has done what few even Primes have done, Ayryn stood before Omni in the Oververse.... And while I have plenty of questions for her on that, I believe it can wait until this is over, don’t forget, though!” Marty added, rather happily, and a childish tone befell his voice, “I’ll be he was a bit of a trickster, wasn’t he? No wait! Don’t tell me!”
The guild members assembled in a circle around the room, Marty was the only one still sitting, though chairs and desks were all around the room, as well as a strange looking scope device that Caira assumed, let every member of the guild look out of the singular lens at once. That was a nifty invention.
“So Marty, what makes you think this Prime is so trustworthy? So she met Omni, so what? Omni may not even be our God, though he might like to think he is.” Clarie, was obviously, playing the role of the skeptic. There were a few murmurs, it was obvious that these secondaries may have had their unfortunate dealings with other more unruly Primes, as well as, perhaps, had a tough times as secondaries in this world. Caira herself could only imagine the disadvantage.
Still, Caira felt her name bashed in, her honor befouled, and her purpose deflated by the woman astronomer’s cruelly sharp remarks. Before she could speak, Marty took over, “Clarie, this isn’t about your viewpoints on Omni, nor Primes. Here before us, stands a capable girl, who has wholehearted intentions to share in our knowledge. She retrieved the book for me, as an added test, and I might add that she’s known about Minas Tirith, in Camelot, where she became a knight for the Kingdom, and also tamed a vigilante Prime, who wreaked havoc on Dalran (his name was Magus) putting him in prison.”
That was a list of her feats, perhaps, however Caira felt that she would not be measured by such small things, and all the eyes in the room probed her, as though she held secrets within her inner bindings. “So what?” How demeaning that woman was! “Marty, we’re isolationists, we don’t care what kind of name a Prime has made for him-or her-self, she might have spunk, for getting the book for you, but that’s about it. Spunk, doesn’t earn trust. And it never will.”
The woman must’ve been the chairman, for her word was taken like law. Even Marty was silenced, before Caira hesitated before she took a moment to speak.
“If you will excuse me, I’m a person too. I’m entitled to my own say, and defense. Member or not of this renowned guild.” Caira pulled her satchel off her shoulder, “I was raised far from here, in a galaxy with different stars than the ones above us tonight. I was raised with monks, and treated with a watchful eye as I served my village, hoping to prove useful, so that my presence was welcomed. A council of men would vote on whether or not I could stay and have housing and food, and I always did my best so that they would not exile me beyond the walls, where the real monsters lived. I have a story, a childhood, a past, just as you each have your own. But what collects us here and now, in these pages of time, is the stars that fell from above us.
You may not take me for the studious type, for you see the sword worn on my side, but one of the first things I did when I came to the Omniverse, was stop at the library. I got a special stamp, letting me take books in and out of Camelot’s verse. And when I returned from my quest to the Oververse, I came right back to the library, and returned the books I had read along my mission, and renewed some more.” Caira poured out her size-concealing bag, and the sheer amount of the books toppled over one another was quite impressive. “I like the lore of this place, there is much to learn, though it makes me feel homesick when I look up, and do not see the stars I recognize from my own home. But that does not make your sky any less beautiful, for it is full of wonders I have yet to see, learn, and touch. And when there are no stars in the sky, I have learned throughout my travels, to create my own.”
Caira held her hand out, and after a few moments, her shimmering orb of Omnillium turned into a brightly gleaming star. “Omni spoke to me for a while up there, and then, I left him with a small gift, it’s known as a delicacy among my own people, but I think you’ll find it much more interesting, since it is, a small, hand-held and modified star. It won’t burn skin when you touch it, and well, your eyes are safe too. Some beings survive off of the radiant energy that is light, like plants during photo-synthesis. This is a gift from me to you, eternal light. Since I think you’ll appreciate it, whether you deem me enough or not. Anyway, the point is, you can choose to trust me, or don’t, because maybe you can’t relate to me, or maybe you just don’t like the way I look. Maybe you think I’ll do you wrong, or maybe, you think I talk too much. I’m a woman, a prime, who is willing to help you locate the star pieces, and give you a set of good hands to keep them in. I won’t misuse their power, and you’ll just have to take my word for it. But there are others who will find them and take them by the worst possible means, for I have dealt with powerful adversaries before, some primes are not nearly as noble and friendly as I, and upon my quest to meet Omni, I had obtained “help” which turned swiftly into a mistake that could have ended my existence here as I know it. It’s scary. And it’s real. And it just makes me want to fight against the evil that’s out there.
I know the dangers. I know the cost of following your dreams. And I know, above all else, what it means when you’re able to achieve them. So I ask you this, will you judge me untrustworthy, because I am a stranger? Or on the feats that I haven’t done, or on the people I haven’t helped? Or do you have the courage to judge me for who I am, Prime or not, I am the woman standing in this room, willing to bear your gazes of scorn and recognition, while you judge me, worthy or unworthy, of the secret you have held for so long?”
“Oh, now?” Caira blinked, hadn’t he just told her to go shower? Maybe Marty was getting senile in his old age, but perhaps, she pondered, he was simply excited, or a bit quirky, and letting a bit of it show through. Her bright eyes fell on the back with the book, it was strange, holding such a novel item in her power, only to bestow it upon another. The Knight tried not to dwell on it, while she found herself being lead away, “Where are we going?”
“Tis a new moon tonight, where do you think?” a gummy grin filled Marty’s smile, and he spun around in his wheelchair with a speed like Caira had never seen before. “The Tower.”
It was an ominous name, for a pretty mystical place. Lived up to the reputation though. Moony had waved her goodbyes to Caira and Marty, before boiling up some fortune-telling trouble in her quaint little shack. Meanwhile, the two traversed the cobblestone town quickly, and fluidly. Marty didn’t speak much to Caira on their way over, but since he had the book in his possession, he seemed quite fond of her, one might say.
With a new moon, it would obviously be optimal conditions for a meeting of the astronomer’s guild. What Marty did say, was a quick quip about time, and how it was nil, “We should make it, I think, before dusk. That’ll give us some time to talk it over with the other members.”
Marty rockily rolled over the stone streets, finally, after quite a bit of jumbling, the peculiar pair made it across the island of Dalaran, and over to the highest point in the quaint magical city. It was, obviously an observatory, but it was of a strange style. Steampunk, mixed with elite technology. Stone walls rolled all the way up the castle-esque building, and there were three little towers, each cylindrical, that fell short of the largest one. The tallest tower, overlooked the entire town of Dalaran, as well as, Caira imagined, a close grasp on the stars. On the top of the Tower, there was an observatory, hidden for the most part by cloud and angling of the protecting corners of the castle building around it. The Tower also had a bit of a protruding instrument on one side, Caira guessed that would be the telescope, which the Camelot star-gazers would have spared no expense in order to obtain.
With a gentle jangle of Marty’s keys, Caira was beckoned by him, “This way, this way,” and they went up what would’ve been the faster route, he wheeled them through the main gate, which they had gained admittance by his key, and around the inner grounds, leading directly to the center. Directly to the Tower. An elevator had been built in the middle of a long set of spiraling stairs. The doors closed around the two, and Marty seemed ecstatic, Caira, meanwhile, was silent, stoic, and completely ready.
The time that lead up -and up, and up!- so the levels of the tower told, built up the suspense of the truth. Caira’s thoughts were a little foggy on what she would hear. Would she hear the truth about this mysterious artifact? Or would she hear more roundabout answers from mysterious old men. Not that she had anything against them, she’d been raised in a monastery, after all.
Ding, ding. Chimed the gentle sound of their arrival.
“Ah Marty! We were beginning to think you weren’t gonna show!” A friendly face appeared behind the opening doors of the small, claustrophobic-causing box of death.
“I’m here, at last.” he announced, his lateness made the sound of his voice more like a dull blade.
“And who’s this?” the young guild member asked, her eyes met Caira’s with a real sense of sanctioning. They’d obviously had some sort of talk about dragging along outsiders to the guild-meetings before.
“This is Ayryn. She is a Prime, and has done me a great deed, as well as many noble feats. She is interested in what knowledge we know, and is curious about the Star Piece.” Marty’s voice carried over the spherical chamber within. Caira had been to this room before, for she recognized it as the same one she’d met the old astronomer in. There was a hush about the room now, as the information fell on the other guild member’s ears.
“Ayryn you say?” the woman pestered slightly, while the Prime held her ground, and let her eyes move about the room to the group of about ten to fifteen astronomers who had gathered there. “And she... Wants to know about the stars? Marty you know that’s dangerous business. You can’t just go on and on about that to just anyone!”
“I know, I know Clarie, but this girl isn’t what she appears, to say the least, Moony’s met her, and likes her... Not to mention, Ayryn has done what few even Primes have done, Ayryn stood before Omni in the Oververse.... And while I have plenty of questions for her on that, I believe it can wait until this is over, don’t forget, though!” Marty added, rather happily, and a childish tone befell his voice, “I’ll be he was a bit of a trickster, wasn’t he? No wait! Don’t tell me!”
The guild members assembled in a circle around the room, Marty was the only one still sitting, though chairs and desks were all around the room, as well as a strange looking scope device that Caira assumed, let every member of the guild look out of the singular lens at once. That was a nifty invention.
“So Marty, what makes you think this Prime is so trustworthy? So she met Omni, so what? Omni may not even be our God, though he might like to think he is.” Clarie, was obviously, playing the role of the skeptic. There were a few murmurs, it was obvious that these secondaries may have had their unfortunate dealings with other more unruly Primes, as well as, perhaps, had a tough times as secondaries in this world. Caira herself could only imagine the disadvantage.
Still, Caira felt her name bashed in, her honor befouled, and her purpose deflated by the woman astronomer’s cruelly sharp remarks. Before she could speak, Marty took over, “Clarie, this isn’t about your viewpoints on Omni, nor Primes. Here before us, stands a capable girl, who has wholehearted intentions to share in our knowledge. She retrieved the book for me, as an added test, and I might add that she’s known about Minas Tirith, in Camelot, where she became a knight for the Kingdom, and also tamed a vigilante Prime, who wreaked havoc on Dalran (his name was Magus) putting him in prison.”
That was a list of her feats, perhaps, however Caira felt that she would not be measured by such small things, and all the eyes in the room probed her, as though she held secrets within her inner bindings. “So what?” How demeaning that woman was! “Marty, we’re isolationists, we don’t care what kind of name a Prime has made for him-or her-self, she might have spunk, for getting the book for you, but that’s about it. Spunk, doesn’t earn trust. And it never will.”
The woman must’ve been the chairman, for her word was taken like law. Even Marty was silenced, before Caira hesitated before she took a moment to speak.
“If you will excuse me, I’m a person too. I’m entitled to my own say, and defense. Member or not of this renowned guild.” Caira pulled her satchel off her shoulder, “I was raised far from here, in a galaxy with different stars than the ones above us tonight. I was raised with monks, and treated with a watchful eye as I served my village, hoping to prove useful, so that my presence was welcomed. A council of men would vote on whether or not I could stay and have housing and food, and I always did my best so that they would not exile me beyond the walls, where the real monsters lived. I have a story, a childhood, a past, just as you each have your own. But what collects us here and now, in these pages of time, is the stars that fell from above us.
You may not take me for the studious type, for you see the sword worn on my side, but one of the first things I did when I came to the Omniverse, was stop at the library. I got a special stamp, letting me take books in and out of Camelot’s verse. And when I returned from my quest to the Oververse, I came right back to the library, and returned the books I had read along my mission, and renewed some more.” Caira poured out her size-concealing bag, and the sheer amount of the books toppled over one another was quite impressive. “I like the lore of this place, there is much to learn, though it makes me feel homesick when I look up, and do not see the stars I recognize from my own home. But that does not make your sky any less beautiful, for it is full of wonders I have yet to see, learn, and touch. And when there are no stars in the sky, I have learned throughout my travels, to create my own.”
Caira held her hand out, and after a few moments, her shimmering orb of Omnillium turned into a brightly gleaming star. “Omni spoke to me for a while up there, and then, I left him with a small gift, it’s known as a delicacy among my own people, but I think you’ll find it much more interesting, since it is, a small, hand-held and modified star. It won’t burn skin when you touch it, and well, your eyes are safe too. Some beings survive off of the radiant energy that is light, like plants during photo-synthesis. This is a gift from me to you, eternal light. Since I think you’ll appreciate it, whether you deem me enough or not. Anyway, the point is, you can choose to trust me, or don’t, because maybe you can’t relate to me, or maybe you just don’t like the way I look. Maybe you think I’ll do you wrong, or maybe, you think I talk too much. I’m a woman, a prime, who is willing to help you locate the star pieces, and give you a set of good hands to keep them in. I won’t misuse their power, and you’ll just have to take my word for it. But there are others who will find them and take them by the worst possible means, for I have dealt with powerful adversaries before, some primes are not nearly as noble and friendly as I, and upon my quest to meet Omni, I had obtained “help” which turned swiftly into a mistake that could have ended my existence here as I know it. It’s scary. And it’s real. And it just makes me want to fight against the evil that’s out there.
I know the dangers. I know the cost of following your dreams. And I know, above all else, what it means when you’re able to achieve them. So I ask you this, will you judge me untrustworthy, because I am a stranger? Or on the feats that I haven’t done, or on the people I haven’t helped? Or do you have the courage to judge me for who I am, Prime or not, I am the woman standing in this room, willing to bear your gazes of scorn and recognition, while you judge me, worthy or unworthy, of the secret you have held for so long?”
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