Post by epitagh on Dec 5, 2009 0:38:50 GMT -5
A small angel walked along the hallways of Namaesti heading towards a specific location. One which he had been curious about for a long time. His long red braid bounced against his armor as he walked. Absentmindedly he thought about how he would need to rebraid it soon. He snapped back to the situation at hand, anxious to get to his destination.
The comfortable weight of the ring on his left arm reminded him Zeverae was nearby. He had gotten quite used to her presence, no longer finding her a burden. They had just stored his latest reports in the library so his bag was quite light. Even so, he felt slightly weighed down by the prospect of reaching his destination. It wasn’t that he was scared of the location itself, but more so what he would find.
The stopped at the door to Zeverae’s room, and Ra’Lane felt slightly nervous at the prospect of entering. Two guards stood outside her door, the historian assumed they were there to guard her slave.
The male angel has met Zeverae in his room originally. So it had been no big deal. All there was in it anyway were books and his gear. Not really much to look at. For some reason though, this felt different. For whatever reason, the historian was anxious. He was looking forward too it strangely enough, yet was nervous. Utterly bizarre.
It was mostly a buisness meeting, to introduce each others slave to the other. His pet was suppose to arrive soon, he had sent her off to get requests while they had stored away his reports. She had proven quite efficient at that job. Often finishing before he had predicted she would be done. A smile took place internally as he thought of his pet. The vampire had proven to be a worthwhile investment. Thanks to her, he was able to do a lot more field work with Zeverae. It was obvious how much she hated staying in his office. As a result, he had become pretty capable at writing while moving, and his pet was able to help with reports. Of course, he checked her work, and told her things to add or cut. She had quickly caught onto his preferences.
As they entered the room, he became aware of several things. First of all, was the man doing pushups on the floor. One hand behind his back as he pushed himself up and let himself fall back down at a constant rate. One eyebrow on the historian’s head was raised at the view. The werewolf was vigilant at least, the angel had to give him that. The next thing that Ra’Lane noticed was how absolutely different the two’s rooms were. Their beds for one thing. Ra’Lane slept on a simple field cot, nothing more then a few leather and cloth padding, meant to be durable and acceptable, not so much comfortable. Her bed was obviously meant for comfort, and had a much more feminine feel to it. Cream colored silk cloths covered her bed, only to change colors at the golden pillows. The size was also so very different from Ra’Lane’s luxuries.
The room was also much more eloquent then the historian was used too. His clan normally stayed in the lower rank quarters or just camped out wherever they felt was best. Typically they didn’t like staying with other clans and went out of their way to be relocated. To him, such a comfortable room was foreign. The beautiful tiles, the tapestries that lined the wall were items he hardly ever saw. Aldpolum clan members valued efficiency, since time was always vital. For him, such luxuries were never worth the effort to obtain. The closest he had was the scroll he had written the encyclopedia in. His hand came to rest on the bag that contained the scroll, his pride in that scroll making him somewhat resentful of the beautiful room.
It was her room, thus Ra’Lane felt it wasn’t his place to do anything just yet, and remained silent as he waited.
The comfortable weight of the ring on his left arm reminded him Zeverae was nearby. He had gotten quite used to her presence, no longer finding her a burden. They had just stored his latest reports in the library so his bag was quite light. Even so, he felt slightly weighed down by the prospect of reaching his destination. It wasn’t that he was scared of the location itself, but more so what he would find.
The stopped at the door to Zeverae’s room, and Ra’Lane felt slightly nervous at the prospect of entering. Two guards stood outside her door, the historian assumed they were there to guard her slave.
The male angel has met Zeverae in his room originally. So it had been no big deal. All there was in it anyway were books and his gear. Not really much to look at. For some reason though, this felt different. For whatever reason, the historian was anxious. He was looking forward too it strangely enough, yet was nervous. Utterly bizarre.
It was mostly a buisness meeting, to introduce each others slave to the other. His pet was suppose to arrive soon, he had sent her off to get requests while they had stored away his reports. She had proven quite efficient at that job. Often finishing before he had predicted she would be done. A smile took place internally as he thought of his pet. The vampire had proven to be a worthwhile investment. Thanks to her, he was able to do a lot more field work with Zeverae. It was obvious how much she hated staying in his office. As a result, he had become pretty capable at writing while moving, and his pet was able to help with reports. Of course, he checked her work, and told her things to add or cut. She had quickly caught onto his preferences.
As they entered the room, he became aware of several things. First of all, was the man doing pushups on the floor. One hand behind his back as he pushed himself up and let himself fall back down at a constant rate. One eyebrow on the historian’s head was raised at the view. The werewolf was vigilant at least, the angel had to give him that. The next thing that Ra’Lane noticed was how absolutely different the two’s rooms were. Their beds for one thing. Ra’Lane slept on a simple field cot, nothing more then a few leather and cloth padding, meant to be durable and acceptable, not so much comfortable. Her bed was obviously meant for comfort, and had a much more feminine feel to it. Cream colored silk cloths covered her bed, only to change colors at the golden pillows. The size was also so very different from Ra’Lane’s luxuries.
The room was also much more eloquent then the historian was used too. His clan normally stayed in the lower rank quarters or just camped out wherever they felt was best. Typically they didn’t like staying with other clans and went out of their way to be relocated. To him, such a comfortable room was foreign. The beautiful tiles, the tapestries that lined the wall were items he hardly ever saw. Aldpolum clan members valued efficiency, since time was always vital. For him, such luxuries were never worth the effort to obtain. The closest he had was the scroll he had written the encyclopedia in. His hand came to rest on the bag that contained the scroll, his pride in that scroll making him somewhat resentful of the beautiful room.
It was her room, thus Ra’Lane felt it wasn’t his place to do anything just yet, and remained silent as he waited.