Julianus Soter
Gallente Moira. Rote Kapelle
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Posted - 2010.06.22 23:56:00 -
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Edited by: Julianus Soter on 23/06/2010 00:04:32 Cool water. She was sitting on the shore of the lake, in the hill country of Ation Prime, dipping her feet into the clear, rippling water. The sway of leaves and trees dialed back the tempo of her mind. Aurelle closed her eyes and let the moment seize her. A call came from above her, breaking her reverie; it was from the house on the hill. Her mother's family owned the home and surrounding land. . . it was an old tradition to take a break from coursework and take a shuttle out to the countryside to visit. A warm, moist breeze brushed her hair across her face, and she heard a rumble. . . thunder?
The call came again. Rain, and a storm, too, was coming. . . best get indoors. Aurelle rose to her feet, slipping on her shoes as she did, and lifted her head to the sky. Past the tall trees, dark thunderheads had appeared, specters of mythological monsters of yesteryear. ôBig Brotherö, the colloquial name of the larger of the two of Ation Prime's moons, had already been covered, the waning crescent of its celestial form overtaken by the encroaching darkness.
Aurelle turned back up the hill, smiling at her mother's beckoning hand and welcoming eyes. Aurelle grasped the passing trees for support as she ascended the path to the glowing doorway and her mother's image.
ôAurelle! Come here, my darling. We're waiting for you.ö
Her kindly mother beamed down at her. Even from this distance the smell of good, traditional cooking had carried through the damp air. And already the air had grown colder. . . the storm front was fast approaching. She quickened her pace.
The countryside of Ation Prime's largest continent had remained untouched by rampant urbanization, preserved as a refuge for the career-oriented dwellers of the coasts. The sky bore the shimmering lights of chrome-plated luxury shuttles and personal craft. It was a prosperous place, for many.
Suddenly a gust of wind came through the woods. A small branch snapped and fell down in front of her. Rain began falling from the sky; she had never seen a storm approach so quickly. Aurelle began running towards the house, her clothes getting heavy and damp, weighing her down. The stairs to the doorway seemed to extend and grow into eternity. . . she grabbed the railing, climbing towards her mother's outstretched hand.
She reached the threshold. Hail had started falling from the sky. . . Aurelle allowed herself to collapse into her mother's outstretched arms. She allowed herself to stay there, in the doorway, sheltered from the demon storm bringing down the world outside.
ôThere, my daughter, you are homeö
-------- <//jump:id://1942193|StartingLog> [ 2010.05.15 20:36:39 ] EVE System > Channel changed to Eglennaert Local Channel [ 2010.05.15 20:36:57 ] Julianus Soter > ALL PILOTS MOVE TO ATION [ 2010.05.15 20:37:01 ] Julianus Soter > SITUATION CRITICAL
<//jump:id://1942194|StartingLog> [ 2010.05.15 20:39:35 ] EVE System > Channel changed to Aurcel Local Channel [ 2010.05.15 20:39:46 ] Seth Allatum > sansha attack [ 2010.05.15 20:40:28 ] Miyamoto Isoruku > julianus, convo me
<//jump:id://1942197|StartingLog> [ 2010.05.15 20:41:31 ] EVE System > Channel changed to Ation Local Channel [ 2010.05.15 20:44:52 ] Ghost Hunter > Your discordance and chaos is what Nation will correct. [ 2010.05.15 20:47:14 ] Slave Tama01 > Dropship squadrons 1 through 10, deploy. [ 2010.05.15 20:47:23 ] Slave Tama01 > This planet will shine with Nation's glory.
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