2010-02-07
The Gift
It is a thin gold chain. Hanging from the middle of the chain is a small pendant, no bigger than a thumbnail. The pendant is a Praetorian Griffin, proud and majestic. The crafted details are so fine they are diffifcult to see. Each feather of the wings have been covered by a layer of shaven sapphire, set in the eye itself is a tiny diamond, and the tongue is made of sculpted ruby.
Paradise Lost
The camera drone activates showing Mitara dressed in a black, shoulder-less, flowing evening dress that is decorated with intricate patterns of gold. Her hair is done up in a very formal looking french braid. There is a thin gold chain around her neck with a small pendant hanging from it. Though her well toned thick frame seems a bit out of place in the dress, she almost looks elegant, save for the tear streaked makeup running down either of her cheeks.
Mitara slowly walks over to the side table of her study and gently sets a piece of paper on it. She carefully runs her hand across it, flattening it out. Her fingers rest upon the parchment as she stares down at it for a moment before raising both hands behind her neck and unclasping the necklace which she lays out over the paper with great care.
An elderly Minmatar woman steps from the shadows behind Mitara.
"I will be sparring when I am through here," Mitara says to the woman without looking away from the table or even acknowledging her presence.
The Minmatar bows, and steps back quietly, disappearing without speaking a word.
Mitara addresses the camera drone, not raising her eyes from the paper and necklace.
"Tonight was poised to be a heavenly, and needed, encounter between Mr Shutaq and I. He had this beautiful dress made for me..."
She looks down at the dress and gives it a bit of a tug, straightening it out. A smile creeps over her face as she thinks.
"We had a lovely dinner, and an even better desert. He had such a wonderful plan for the evening thus far. After dinner he took me out to a clearing in the nearby forest. I was uncomfortable, but I felt better knowing he had been there many times. He wrote the most touching poem..."
A fresh tear rolls down her cheek and her face hardens.
"Then with but a few words, our evening's focus changed drastically. Aldrith is leaving the Preatoria to make his own way, at the head of his own organization. He spoke nothing of this to me before tonight. He intends to bring the Word and the Cause to any who would show even the slightest interest in listening. Even barabarians and scum."
Mitara takes a deep breath, her muscles tensing.
"Not a single word... or hint... On this night he chooses to say something!"
She turns towards the doorway and storms out with fists clenched tight.
The camera drone stays on for several minutes before shutting down and going idle.
A new picture appears in the same room. Mitara walks through the doorway, now wearing her exercise suit. As she walks into the room towards the table and into the light, it is apparent some time has passed. There are sweat stains on her suit, and her face is stoic and red with exertion, the smeared makeup still not having been washed away. When she arrives at the table, she reaches out and takes the necklace, clasping it around her neck with bloodied hands. She looks down at the paper with the same stoic look for several moments.
"See this framed and placed in the bedroom. I will shower as well."
The same elderly Minmatar woman passes through the doorway, quickly making her way to the table She keeps her head low, avoiding any chance look by her Mistress. She picks up the paper as if she were picking up a newborn babe and backs way, then turns and starts to shuffle out of the room.
Mitara's eyes fall to the floor, her voice quiet.
"Let me know how he is doing after the physicians are through seeing him"
The slave stops and speaks, "Of course, Mistress Newelle." She quickly bows and vanishes through the doorway.
Mitara stands looking at the floor, waiting a few moments for the slave to leave before she too turns and exits the room.
After a time the camera drone goes idle and shuts down again.
Mitara slowly walks over to the side table of her study and gently sets a piece of paper on it. She carefully runs her hand across it, flattening it out. Her fingers rest upon the parchment as she stares down at it for a moment before raising both hands behind her neck and unclasping the necklace which she lays out over the paper with great care.
An elderly Minmatar woman steps from the shadows behind Mitara.
"I will be sparring when I am through here," Mitara says to the woman without looking away from the table or even acknowledging her presence.
The Minmatar bows, and steps back quietly, disappearing without speaking a word.
Mitara addresses the camera drone, not raising her eyes from the paper and necklace.
"Tonight was poised to be a heavenly, and needed, encounter between Mr Shutaq and I. He had this beautiful dress made for me..."
She looks down at the dress and gives it a bit of a tug, straightening it out. A smile creeps over her face as she thinks.
"We had a lovely dinner, and an even better desert. He had such a wonderful plan for the evening thus far. After dinner he took me out to a clearing in the nearby forest. I was uncomfortable, but I felt better knowing he had been there many times. He wrote the most touching poem..."
A fresh tear rolls down her cheek and her face hardens.
"Then with but a few words, our evening's focus changed drastically. Aldrith is leaving the Preatoria to make his own way, at the head of his own organization. He spoke nothing of this to me before tonight. He intends to bring the Word and the Cause to any who would show even the slightest interest in listening. Even barabarians and scum."
Mitara takes a deep breath, her muscles tensing.
"Not a single word... or hint... On this night he chooses to say something!"
She turns towards the doorway and storms out with fists clenched tight.
The camera drone stays on for several minutes before shutting down and going idle.
A new picture appears in the same room. Mitara walks through the doorway, now wearing her exercise suit. As she walks into the room towards the table and into the light, it is apparent some time has passed. There are sweat stains on her suit, and her face is stoic and red with exertion, the smeared makeup still not having been washed away. When she arrives at the table, she reaches out and takes the necklace, clasping it around her neck with bloodied hands. She looks down at the paper with the same stoic look for several moments.
"See this framed and placed in the bedroom. I will shower as well."
The same elderly Minmatar woman passes through the doorway, quickly making her way to the table She keeps her head low, avoiding any chance look by her Mistress. She picks up the paper as if she were picking up a newborn babe and backs way, then turns and starts to shuffle out of the room.
Mitara's eyes fall to the floor, her voice quiet.
"Let me know how he is doing after the physicians are through seeing him"
The slave stops and speaks, "Of course, Mistress Newelle." She quickly bows and vanishes through the doorway.
Mitara stands looking at the floor, waiting a few moments for the slave to leave before she too turns and exits the room.
After a time the camera drone goes idle and shuts down again.
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