Post by Ser Mehran S'Disraeli on Jun 30, 2008 1:13:45 GMT -5
Mehran was bored. Not just idle pasttime bored. Not even irritatingly bored. Genuinely losing-sanity-murderously bored. It was rare to be such in the big City of Sin, Suncera, but she had filled her time with masquerade balls and other delights plenty enough already. And feeling as though there was nothing else to be done, she quickly found herself antsily twiddling her thumbs in her over-large mansion in Suncera City.
Suddenly, a bright idea occurred to her. She remembered that she had come home, with her Harem, not too long ago from across the seas. While the voyage had yielded little information that she truly wanted or needed, it had benefitted her in other ways. Having had sent home many treasures and gifts ahead of her, she had directed them to be put in the many rooms of her house. There were now four rooms, stuffed to the ceilings with trinkets and toys. Quickly standing and striding to the rooms, she berated herself aloud for having such the short-term memory. "Honestly, how could you even forget...."
She arrived in the first room, where apparently, much of the jewelry and breakables had been placed. They were somewhat well organized, with vases and such being placed on pedestals, and shelves were lined with gem cases and necklaces. She fingered a lovely blue turquoise necklace, which had a rainbow-reflecting mussel shell on the end of the hemp rope. Smiling briefly, she remembered that this was no gift, but rather, a prize. A man had worn it around his neck as he insulted her to her face, and she killed him. She had liked the necklace.
Mehran walked among her new things, making mental notes to put them in appropriate places. Some of the upper rooms in the abode were absolutely lacking in any decoration at all, and she liked to think that many of these objects might solve that particular issue. Some of the things were too pretty to sit in a back room, collecting dust, and she would see to it that one of the maids came around to clean until she could find time to move them to their new locations. Viewing the items also had the double effect of categorizing them in her mind so that she would know if anything was stolen. Maids had lost as much as lives before for lifting her things. Mehran shrugged--it was just as well. Not a single servant in her household possessed a tongue or voice when they came into her service. She viewed it as easier to keep a secret when gossip-mongering girls could no longer speak. She grinned at the thought and caressed her teeth with her own tongue.
After leaving the first room, she skipped the second (full of knick-knacks, clothes, and shoes) and headed straight to the third. Anything of a knowledgable nature had been thrusted in here. The walls were lined with shelves stacked to the brim with books and scrolls. Delicious words were waiting for her to drink them down, and she was almost ashamed that she'd stopped in the jewelry room first. But she knew she always had been one to enjoy aesthetic beauty before settling down to a good tale, so she gave herself the royal pardon and continued inside.
Much history existed in the room, and much of it in languages she didn't know or understand. Making another mental note to hire a translator (and also cut out his tongue), she wandered until she found a shelf of scrolls that caught her eye. They were on normal parchment paper like the others, and yet, they were more ethereal of nature. A certain shimmer filled the air around them, and Mehran's body twitched when she glanced their way. Without meaning to, she headed in their direction and picked a stack up.
Heading to a plush chair set in the room specifically for her, she unravelled the first one and set to reading it. It was in a strange script, it seemed, but within a few moments of glancing over it, her eyes adjusted and settled into the words. It was a most mysterious happening, but she was pleased to be able to read so old a manuscript and didn't question the issue. The scroll spoke of old powers, much like the ones Pyra possessed. Mehran, who had always been privately jealous of how much magic the genie, Reikoku, Taka, and even Sidheag had operated, read the scroll as though it were to combust any second. The idea of having power had always appealed to the woman, even as a little girl. Her powers of manipulation had manifested early on as turning events her way by bending other people to her will with words. Mehran knew her greatest power lay not in what race she was, but what she said. Now, she wanted to know the secret to adding more power to her words.
As she read, she felt her body relaxing. This was no abnormal thing, really. Reading often calmed her mind and spirit, allowing her to focus on more important matters and not concern herself over the idiocies of the day. But this was a relaxation like she had never known. It was as thought her body was completely rejecting any foreign stress and forcing her to lie still and be calm. Mehran liked it. The quality that attracted her most, however, was the ease that she slipped into while reading. As a leader and in her public life, she tended to become very stressed, tense and ready for any bad situation to happen. But when she read the old parchment, a curious cooling sensation came over her. In this way, she was able to detach from the everyday. Her muscles, aching from being so taut for hours, relaxed and her eyes, strained from looking so far ahead, closed. Her mind was at its best. The scrolls were like some sort of drug.
After a while, her eyes began to close involuntarily. She was tired, mind and body, but her will was to keep reading. Mehran did so until the weariment of the day fell upon her, and exhaustion overtook her will to read. She fell into a deep sleep, akin to a potion-induced rest, and the scrolls fell from her lap onto the floor.
Darkness had fallen through the thin glass windows, and nighttime was evident. The entire house had gone silent, and besides the mice squeaking in the cellar, there were no movements at all. The scrolls, long abandoned by Mehran's sleeping and careless hand, began to glow with a bright green aura. A growing light surrounded the tanned parchment, and from it arose two smaller, brighter lights, shaped like eyes. The bright green things rose into the air and looked at Mehran, sleeping in her posh comfort. A soft cackle filled the air, and the light fell on Mehran's copper-red locks. Settling into the sleeping woman, shimmering waves surrounded her relaxed form. A darkening occurred of her hair, though hardly noticeable yet, and the form took on a more seductive pose, though still obviously asleep.
And inside her mind, Mehran's sweet and pleasant dreams were filled with chaos. A voice softly taunted her, and she was unsettled in her own body. The green light disappeared from the room, but a different sort of darkness, having nothing to do with visible light, emanated from the chair.
[glow=green,2,300]This one should do just fine...[/glow]
Suddenly, a bright idea occurred to her. She remembered that she had come home, with her Harem, not too long ago from across the seas. While the voyage had yielded little information that she truly wanted or needed, it had benefitted her in other ways. Having had sent home many treasures and gifts ahead of her, she had directed them to be put in the many rooms of her house. There were now four rooms, stuffed to the ceilings with trinkets and toys. Quickly standing and striding to the rooms, she berated herself aloud for having such the short-term memory. "Honestly, how could you even forget...."
She arrived in the first room, where apparently, much of the jewelry and breakables had been placed. They were somewhat well organized, with vases and such being placed on pedestals, and shelves were lined with gem cases and necklaces. She fingered a lovely blue turquoise necklace, which had a rainbow-reflecting mussel shell on the end of the hemp rope. Smiling briefly, she remembered that this was no gift, but rather, a prize. A man had worn it around his neck as he insulted her to her face, and she killed him. She had liked the necklace.
Mehran walked among her new things, making mental notes to put them in appropriate places. Some of the upper rooms in the abode were absolutely lacking in any decoration at all, and she liked to think that many of these objects might solve that particular issue. Some of the things were too pretty to sit in a back room, collecting dust, and she would see to it that one of the maids came around to clean until she could find time to move them to their new locations. Viewing the items also had the double effect of categorizing them in her mind so that she would know if anything was stolen. Maids had lost as much as lives before for lifting her things. Mehran shrugged--it was just as well. Not a single servant in her household possessed a tongue or voice when they came into her service. She viewed it as easier to keep a secret when gossip-mongering girls could no longer speak. She grinned at the thought and caressed her teeth with her own tongue.
After leaving the first room, she skipped the second (full of knick-knacks, clothes, and shoes) and headed straight to the third. Anything of a knowledgable nature had been thrusted in here. The walls were lined with shelves stacked to the brim with books and scrolls. Delicious words were waiting for her to drink them down, and she was almost ashamed that she'd stopped in the jewelry room first. But she knew she always had been one to enjoy aesthetic beauty before settling down to a good tale, so she gave herself the royal pardon and continued inside.
Much history existed in the room, and much of it in languages she didn't know or understand. Making another mental note to hire a translator (and also cut out his tongue), she wandered until she found a shelf of scrolls that caught her eye. They were on normal parchment paper like the others, and yet, they were more ethereal of nature. A certain shimmer filled the air around them, and Mehran's body twitched when she glanced their way. Without meaning to, she headed in their direction and picked a stack up.
Heading to a plush chair set in the room specifically for her, she unravelled the first one and set to reading it. It was in a strange script, it seemed, but within a few moments of glancing over it, her eyes adjusted and settled into the words. It was a most mysterious happening, but she was pleased to be able to read so old a manuscript and didn't question the issue. The scroll spoke of old powers, much like the ones Pyra possessed. Mehran, who had always been privately jealous of how much magic the genie, Reikoku, Taka, and even Sidheag had operated, read the scroll as though it were to combust any second. The idea of having power had always appealed to the woman, even as a little girl. Her powers of manipulation had manifested early on as turning events her way by bending other people to her will with words. Mehran knew her greatest power lay not in what race she was, but what she said. Now, she wanted to know the secret to adding more power to her words.
As she read, she felt her body relaxing. This was no abnormal thing, really. Reading often calmed her mind and spirit, allowing her to focus on more important matters and not concern herself over the idiocies of the day. But this was a relaxation like she had never known. It was as thought her body was completely rejecting any foreign stress and forcing her to lie still and be calm. Mehran liked it. The quality that attracted her most, however, was the ease that she slipped into while reading. As a leader and in her public life, she tended to become very stressed, tense and ready for any bad situation to happen. But when she read the old parchment, a curious cooling sensation came over her. In this way, she was able to detach from the everyday. Her muscles, aching from being so taut for hours, relaxed and her eyes, strained from looking so far ahead, closed. Her mind was at its best. The scrolls were like some sort of drug.
After a while, her eyes began to close involuntarily. She was tired, mind and body, but her will was to keep reading. Mehran did so until the weariment of the day fell upon her, and exhaustion overtook her will to read. She fell into a deep sleep, akin to a potion-induced rest, and the scrolls fell from her lap onto the floor.
Darkness had fallen through the thin glass windows, and nighttime was evident. The entire house had gone silent, and besides the mice squeaking in the cellar, there were no movements at all. The scrolls, long abandoned by Mehran's sleeping and careless hand, began to glow with a bright green aura. A growing light surrounded the tanned parchment, and from it arose two smaller, brighter lights, shaped like eyes. The bright green things rose into the air and looked at Mehran, sleeping in her posh comfort. A soft cackle filled the air, and the light fell on Mehran's copper-red locks. Settling into the sleeping woman, shimmering waves surrounded her relaxed form. A darkening occurred of her hair, though hardly noticeable yet, and the form took on a more seductive pose, though still obviously asleep.
And inside her mind, Mehran's sweet and pleasant dreams were filled with chaos. A voice softly taunted her, and she was unsettled in her own body. The green light disappeared from the room, but a different sort of darkness, having nothing to do with visible light, emanated from the chair.
[glow=green,2,300]This one should do just fine...[/glow]