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The stylus nib hovered over the shard crystal set in a stand before Shenestra. She sat on a brightly embroidered rug in front of the writing stand, her legs crossed, free hand held to the small of her back. She focused her thoughts, composing herself to commit her sentiment for eternity. Three runes intertwined in her mind, forming the concept, embellished with a unique flourish Shenestra had been devising for several cycles. Picturing the edges and curves of the rune overlaying the facets and contours of the crystal, Shenestra started to move her hand. Light flowed between stylus and shard. Molecules rearranged, forming a design of shifting colors in the heart of the crystal. Her hand moved back and forth, left and right, shaping the poem-design in glimmering rainbow. When she was finished, she returned the stylus to its holder on the writing tray. She regarded her work with critical eyes but was pleased with the result.

Warm reds flowed into cold blues and jade green, separating the three runes yet linking them with the oranges and purples between. Shenestra plucked the crystal from the claw-like holder and turned it around in her fingertips. The colors shifted and the runes interleaved in different ways, each perspective creating a subtle new verse of shape and hue. The poem-form came full circle in her hand, flowing without hindrance back to the beginning. Shenestra smiled at the accomplishment . She read the poem again, satisfaction replaced with longing. Standing, she left the small composing area of her habitat and went into the main living chamber. Crossing the rug-scattered space Shenestra stopped before a blister-like protrusion on the wall. It peeled open at a wave of her hand, revealing rows of shelves, each holding a dozen poem-crystals. Shenestra placed her latest composition in its place on the lowest row.

She took a while to review them all, picking up each, reading and re-reading them, feeling the story of her long life, of her love, unfolding once more. From the first few crude slashes to the elegant lines of her latest works, the poems told a story not only of her feelings but of her growing proficiency. The poet delved deeper, examining the meaning as well as the form. The crudeness of the first poems mirrored her raw content, the pain and suffering she had felt on the Dawn of Mourning. The cycle her race and people where nearly destroyed. As she had moved away from that hard time, pushed her sorrow deeper and deeper into the past, the movements had come more fluently, the language more assured as her thoughts and emotions had settled. She smiled again at the recurring themes, her playful delves into possible future of happiness.

So strange that the future of her people would depend greatly on the works of their past. Shenestra snapped out of her contemplations, suddenly aware that she was running late. Rarenrar had wanted to meet with her today, something to do with the new prisoners progress they had taken on the Mystique plane. She stepped into her robing area and swiftly donned her gear. It had been almost several cycles since the events on the Mystique world, though time was a difficult thing to chart in the ever changing shifting realms of the omniverse.

After several minutes Shenestra was descending a lift pod, hoping to enjoy the short but leisurely journey to the Death-cult main tower in the Arieki continent . A area located in the deep arctic north of the hot wastelands to the south. It was a momentary safe haven for what was left of the dark fey race. A small tri-winged craft took her the rest of the way, sailing over sharp rigged icy rocks and hazardous formations.

several cycles later...

Looking over the walkways railing Shenestra voiced a question. "How much longer will the diffusion process take?"

Rarenrar stood beside her casting his gaze down from he platform that oversaw the operations below. Several pieces of machinery stabilized by dark crystals were strategically placed throughout the chamber bellow.

"Hard to say. A day from now? Three? The Technomancer's resistance has slowed things more then I'd like." Rarenrar sniffed. He no longer whore his war-mask, his long dreads pooling behind his head.

"We already knew his compliance would be...difficult."

Rarenrar sighed with a nod. "Of course, that was foreseen. Still that does not make these set-backs any more tolerable."

"Perhaps we should tell the Mystan the reason for his work? It may help."

He only shook his head. "No, we can't risk the danger that may bring, the less who know the better. Our promise to spare his people should be enough to gainer his compliance."

Shenestra merely shrugged her understanding.

"How likely are his people to follow us?" Rarenrar suddenly asked.

Shenestra furrowed her brow as she thought on the answer. "Few of them have the technology to follow us, let alone jump dimensions. But it is a possibility."

"Very well then, I have already increased patrols. But remain on guard all the same. We have come to far to fail now."

ASTA said
No, I was just posting for the sake of posting. In reality, I can't hate random profile icons on the internet because I don't really know any of these people in real life. It would be like me hating Skall because he has a particular distaste for my wormhole-generating Zoid; in truth, I haven't witnessed his own personality and behavior in real-life, so my basis for judging him is incredibly flawed by default. Though to be real, Melonhead's melon-head makes me rage something fierce. Literally, keyboard smashing and everything.

Hmm, I have never found it annoying, I kind of like it actually since it seems to fit him so well. I find his unicorn much more annoying. Though I found them all annoying on almost everyone.

I like you sig btw.

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