[member="Arisa Yune"] // [member="Rosa Gunn"]
Well, this was it then, wasn’t it? Kaili had prepared for this day, but no matter how often she thought about it she’d never really expected it to come. Kiara had been a lands obscured by a galaxy that forgot it in the wake of the Gulag Plague. The scars from the strife it caused still lingered in the body and soul of those who had lived here. Death had become such a common concept that they had all quite simply stopped worrying and sooner come to accept it. You lived, you laughed, you helped the community and then you died. There was no greater honor and there were few who had ever wished to deviate from this. The strong helped the weak, and the weak would learn. It was a society that had gotten everything torn from them and rebuilt on the concepts of honor, family, respect and hard work. They were proud of their heritage stemming from the imperials of old, or more specifically the one man that it had brought them.
These were the things that Kaili had to remind the local populace of when she approached them with the proposal to let the Boolon Foundation help reclaim their old capital. There had been a great many naysayers claiming ancestral rights, but once Kaili pointed out that this would be for refugees, the same kind of people that were the very reason their society existed in the first place, they had all taken a step back to reevaluate what this would bring them as a people. More people meant more hands to work the fields and shops, yet it also meant a great many more mouths to feed. That was what had held them back in the end. Their farmers, hunters and foragers were good, but they were not prepared to take that kind of a jump in population to feed, it just wasn’t realistic. As such it was added to the demands that the local populace and Kaili both felt would be right to ask of the foundation if they wished to operate in their homes of old.
Then there was the fact that it had once been their capital. It was an old and therefore hallowed grounds that held much importance to them and something that they had always wanted to reclaim for themselves one day when their numbers were enough. The foundation was welcome to clear out what they needed as long as the utmost care was shown for their history. If anything that seemed particularly valuable and intact was uncovered in their efforts, the leaders of Kiara would want it to be returned to them so that they could put it in a museum where it belonged. Kaili had asked for clarification what that meant, but the answer provided was the ever present ‘I will know it when I see it’ and as such she couldn’t help but frown at how unclear it made the claims. If there was bound to be any troubles, this felt like it would be it.
So, in preparation for their guests to arrive the shipwrights of Kiara restarted machines that had laid stagnant for years. An apprehensive tension would then begin to spread through the people as they began to ready themselves for the promise of their goddess to be brought upon them. That had been what Talith had said and promised when they had asked what she would bring to them. “I will bring you the heavens, and the wonders thereof.” The promise echoed with clarity in the minds of man, woman, children and in-over-her-head goddesses alike.
Children were being tutored about manners stemming from their roots as an imperial society nearly nine hundred years ago as shopkeepers began polishing their wares and storefronts. They wanted to look their best for the strangers that came to visit and by the time the ships of strangers finally touched down within their completely refurbished spaceport there was no more room to doubt what path Kaili had sent them down. Careful considerations and possibilities for ruination rung within the blonde’s mind where the people only found hope. She was scared to fail, scared to let the people down when she had worked so hard to get them acquainted to how the galaxy had changed without them one small step at a time, yet here they were heading for the deep end. It was the most terrifying thing Kaili had lived through outside of her own personal life.
The involuntary messiah had seen from her home on the cliffs as the first few ships settled down within the confines of the small city below her mountain. Because it was by all means actually her mountain. Mount Talith was the most recent addition to the Kiaran charter of wonders that they had deified, worshipped by the people for what Kaili had brought them with many more vowing to one day conquer its top; Point Locke.
And so it was that with great trepidation that Kaili met up with the men, women and others that had landed to help the Boolon Foundation rebuild what the local populace could not. At least not on their own. The ship that they had taken had been built out of wood straight from the canyon that they had treasured in the hopes that it would bring them good fortune in their mission. It was on one of these ships that Kaili stood dressed in the finest wear the Kiaran people could offer her. She knew she had to play the part just like she had for the last few years. It was just a godsend that the outfit she had been provided with was a relatively easy getup but one that boasted of the Kiaran people’s attention to detail when it mattered nonetheless. They were all things considered a people that were practical in nature. Where most other planets would have nobles be treated to fancy dresses, Kiaran people revelled in
robes, which wasn’t even to mention the fact that Kaili would have outright refused a dress no matter how hard they’d try to force her into one. Instead they had outfitted her with something that was both easier to use and wear. The softness of the violet-blue silk in her cape made it feel like a second skin, and that was not to mention the deep blue tunic they had given her with its silver details.
Kaili had never been one to revel in these luxuries, but just this once she wouldn’t complain.
With a straight posture, hand on her chest and nose in the clouds she dismissed her guards to let them wander for a bit. They bowed their head in silence and ever so gracefully swept out of view. Her nose lowered, her shoulders hunched and her lips parted in a deep sigh.
“I hate godhood.” She complained as she approached Rosa.
“I hope they treated you well upon arrival. I hear there are more people waiting to land.”
Hand through hair, a move that seemed to become somewhat something of Kaili’s signature move at this point.
“We’ve prepared for this ever since you sent your message. I hope you don’t mind that I brought a handful of them along. They didn’t want to miss out on all the ‘fun’ that was clearing out their old homes.” Quick glance thrown at the two men that had left her side, but not her immediate surroundings. She felt the way their eyes were trained upon her.
“And the guards.” She leaned in for a lighthearted whisper.
“Clingy. As. Feth.”
“That hardly seems appropriate, Master Talith.” The peacemaker that followed Rosa laughed at Kaili in good jest.
“Yeah, well, you know me, I love this whole messiah thing, Master Keer.” Kaili dipped the words thick in sarcasm and the man smiled back. It would be an interesting few days, months or even years to come.
