Private A Different Sky

[Nitya Xeraic]

The first thing Nitya noticed about Arkania was the cold.

Not the biting kind that shocked the lungs, but the steady, unrelenting kind that settled into bone and stone alike, shaping the landscape into something severe and beautiful in equal measure. The mountains rose like carved marble against a pale sky, their ridgelines sharp and disciplined, much like the man who called this world home.

She stood at the edge of the landing platform for a moment before moving forward, gloved fingers brushing lightly against the railing as her golden eyes traced the horizon. Snow caught the light differently here, reflecting not warmth, but clarity. There was no softness to Arkania. It did not pretend to be welcoming.

And yet she had come willingly.

The wind tugged gently at the edge of her cloak as she stepped away from the ship, boots meeting frost-hardened stone with quiet certainty. The air carried the faint scent of sterilized metal from distant facilities, mingled with something older, something mineral and ancient beneath it.

This was his world.

Structured. Controlled. Brilliant.

Her gaze drifted toward the distant silhouette of the estate nestled against the mountainside, its architecture clean and deliberate, more fortress than manor, yet not without elegance. It was not warm in the way Oralis Prime was warm. It did not breathe in the same gentle rhythm as forests and gardens.

But it held intention.

She could feel it.

Nitya drew in a slow breath, allowing the Force to settle around her rather than reaching for it. The currents here felt different. Quieter in some places. Sharper in others. There was a hum beneath the surface of this planet, a vibration of intellect and ambition that thrummed like a low note in the distance.

It did not frighten her.

It simply was.

Her hands folded loosely before her as she began walking toward the entrance, posture poised, movements unhurried. She was not here to challenge his world, nor to judge it. She was here to understand it. To see the foundations that shaped him long before she had ever offered him tea.

As she approached the doors, her reflection shimmered faintly in polished metal, gold eyes steady, expression composed but curious.

A small smile touched her lips.

"Let me see you clearly," she murmured softly to herself, not as a demand, but as a quiet intention.

The doors opened.

And Nitya stepped inside Arkania.

Delvin jeth

 

[Delvin jeth]

Nitya Xeraic

Delvin sat there he was expecting nitya and as she entered he was standing there his home was glamorous and exuded wealth. But also warmth inside "I hope the journey wasn't to hard on you" he said smiling his house was made to be comfortable inside. He was wearing more casual clothes his living room had hard wood floors and leather furniture with aurodium plating and was large with transparesteel windows.

Showing the valley and its snowy forest tundra as the smell of tea filled the room with a fire place was lit "you look stunning" I said looking at Nitya. As I walked her to the large couch a chandelier hung above providing light for the room as he guided her to the couch a large pool could be spotted with a transperasteel roof and walls could be seen in a far off room. "What would you like to eat i have tons of options" I said looking at her as tea was on the table.

 

[Nitya Xeraic]

Nitya paused just inside the threshold, giving her eyes a quiet moment to adjust to the warmth that filled the home. The contrast with Arkania's cold air was immediate and noticeable, though it was not the wealth that first caught her attention. It was the care in the space. The fire in the hearth, the soft glow of the chandelier above, and the familiar scent of tea steeping nearby created a sense of deliberate comfort that softened the sharp edges of the planet outside.

Her gaze drifted briefly to the vast transparisteel windows, watching the snow-covered valley stretch into the distance before she turned her attention back toward Delvin.

"I have traveled in far harsher conditions than this," she replied calmly, her voice warm but measured. "Your world has been gentle with me so far."

A faint smile touched her lips at his compliment, though she did not linger on it. Instead, she allowed him to guide her toward the couch, her movements graceful and unhurried as she took in the room around her. The hardwood floors, the polished metal accents, the quiet luxury woven through the architecture all spoke of a life built carefully rather than merely displayed.

When she sat, her hands settled loosely in her lap before she leaned forward slightly to glance at the tea already waiting on the table.

"That answers one question already," she said softly, the smile returning with a hint of familiarity as she reached for the cup. "You remembered."

The steam curled gently upward as she lifted it, breathing in the scent before taking a small sip.

As Delvin asked about food, her golden eyes lifted back to him with calm curiosity.

"I will trust your judgment," she said simply. "You know your home better than I do."

Her gaze drifted once more to the wide windows and the silent tundra beyond them before returning to him.

"And I would like to hear about this place," she added, her tone thoughtful. "Not the house. The valley. The mountains. The parts of Arkania that belong to you."

Delvin jeth