Post by Deleted on Apr 20, 2012 12:18:17 GMT -8
Yaxley materialized down onto the planet with little to nothing of his own belongings, dressed in a simple blue cotton robe. He had no idea how long he would be down there as there was no basis for what he was about to attempt. He had been delivered some heavy news which regarded an incurable illness. By order, he had been told to bathe in the amber pools of Etimon but there was no telling if it would make the slightest bit of difference. After his encounter with Sig, he had gone back to his quarters, where he had remained there for hours. In the his own company, he allowed the tormented emotions that were twisted around his core to express themselves in the form of anger and tears. Having purged the feelings from his system, he meditated to gain a sense of composure again. It was then, once the ship had arrived back at the station, that he headed for the transporter room.
With a strange concoctions of thoughts running through his mind, he approached the main doorway to the palace and was allowed to pass through. Having spent a month or so on the planet, he had become somewhat of a familiar face and was permitted to enter - despite Esohn's obvious distrust of the rigelian. With the music of the carnival but a distant murmur over the horizon, the palace was serene in it's silence and glimmered in the light of the sun. It was nice to get some natural sunlight on his weathered skin and to breath some natural unsynthesized air. Pacing slowly on, he nodded to various servants as they passed by and even caught eye of Sarnah running wild at the other end of the corridor.
Having been walking for a minute of two, he finally found himself in a central chamber and was immediately approached by a servant dressed a little grander than the others that had passed him by.
"May I be of service?" he asked.
"I request conference with one of your healers." He replied in a polite tone. "Or.. if the Vildar is available?"
"Of course." The servant then disappeared through some doors, leaving Yaxley alone with his thoughts. Something he really didn't want to suffer much longer. He needed all the distraction he could get.
Tag: Etheron
With a strange concoctions of thoughts running through his mind, he approached the main doorway to the palace and was allowed to pass through. Having spent a month or so on the planet, he had become somewhat of a familiar face and was permitted to enter - despite Esohn's obvious distrust of the rigelian. With the music of the carnival but a distant murmur over the horizon, the palace was serene in it's silence and glimmered in the light of the sun. It was nice to get some natural sunlight on his weathered skin and to breath some natural unsynthesized air. Pacing slowly on, he nodded to various servants as they passed by and even caught eye of Sarnah running wild at the other end of the corridor.
Having been walking for a minute of two, he finally found himself in a central chamber and was immediately approached by a servant dressed a little grander than the others that had passed him by.
"May I be of service?" he asked.
"I request conference with one of your healers." He replied in a polite tone. "Or.. if the Vildar is available?"
"Of course." The servant then disappeared through some doors, leaving Yaxley alone with his thoughts. Something he really didn't want to suffer much longer. He needed all the distraction he could get.
Tag: Etheron