Isabelline, otherwise known as Eagle, Isabelle, or Isa, sat at a long bar overlooking one side of the Echo airship, a glass of OJ on the table before her. Around her, conversations buzzed as people drank their mostly alcoholic drinks and talked about the day’s ventures.
Isa, however, felt more inclined to enjoy the view before her. For her, it was the best part of being on the Sentinel, Echo’s airship. Sure, the recreation areas were fun, the training facilities were always full of people training… That was an obvious thought… But, Isa felt more at home when she looked out at the open sky, the colorful hues of Archon spilling out onto Chroma as it disappeared from view for the night. She watched, smiling, as the fragments of Ying slowly faded from view. She hadn’t been born under either of the moons but simply under Archon’s soothing rays. It was what made her feel at home, flying under the sun she loved so deeply. A lot of the people she knew, well… a few of them, didn’t really like Archon that much, blaming the ball of flame for all of their troubles. While Isa could relate, when thinking of her brothers and sisters, she couldn’t really get past the feeling in her gut that made her love the feelings that sun gave her. She often had to fight the urge to drop from the hanger deck and fly around. The officials didn’t like that much and would chastise her for being so careless. She shrugged it off most times but when she got chided by Shae, one of her idols, she quickly stopped. She’d find some other time to fly anyways.
With her drink finished, Isa pushed away from the bar, popping up to her feet. She left the glass there, knowing that an attendant would come to pick it up sooner or later and began the long walk to one of the many meeting rooms. She was meeting up with her new teammates today. Her last team had asked the Harp to kick her out, saying that she was a nuisance which was great considering her new team captain probably read that on her file.
Isa – Professional Annoyance
She let out a long sigh and continued walking, her footsteps heavy with resentment. One day, she’d find a group of Echo members that saw past her… quirks and saw her for who she really was. An honest and hardworking Feren… Isa had to stop herself from laughing. What a terrible joke. She was honest but… hardworking? Hah. Not in her life.
In the meeting room, a tall hooded figure stood, a blue and black robe fitted around them and a white and gold ornate mask covering their face. Around this person, stood three others, dressed similarly but without the mask or the hood. One of these three turned to look at the hooded figure, his golden eyes staring up at this person.
”Harp, do you really think these individuals will be able to work well together?” He asked.
A muted voice returned, distorted by some force or mechanism, ”They will be fine. Shae is one of our finest strategists, Kaalia is one of our bravest Huntresses and Sylvia is no push-over. My hope is that they will be able to… train these younger, less accomplished Hunters and Huntresses. A few of them even show much potential. Plus, I think it will be good for Kaalia, Shae, and Sylvia to take a step back and remember what it was like to be new at this.” the Harp explained, hints of a laugh in his/her voice.
The golden eyed man simply nodded, satisfied by what the Harp had to say about the matter and returned to his silent position, his hands held elegantly at his waist. The other two, both golden-eyed males, remained motionless, simply following the Harp. It was their job to advise the Harp, protect the Harp, and preform the Harp’s bidding.
The Harp, him or herself, is the leader of the organization known as Echo and is a position that has been passed down through the generations. This Harp happens to be the 5th Harp as not all of the Harps died of old ages, hence the glorified body guards. The Harp, when they take their position, are to renounce their name and their past. The Harp’s motto? ”I am but the instrument through which the ECHO resounds.” It is the phrase that they chant when they are sworn into their position.
And so, the four individuals waited patiently for the new team members to enter into the meeting room, the only sound the soft, distorted humming of the Harp as he/she patiently awaited their guests.