L O S T
Bastion
Stepping from the dimly lit transport onto a world as bright as Bastion strained the eyes. Taking a moment to blink away the sun spots which danced across her vision, Saeth glanced down the boarding ramp toward her silent entourage of blue-robed brothers and sisters.
Each held a spear in their gloved hands, and their eyes - the only part of them visible - drifted toward her as she descended to the ground. Her own garments were similar, though the purple of them set her apart from the others. Nothing needed to be said between them, and when she passed them by they fell in line behind her, their steps remarkably synced.
This was not a world she was familiar with. She could not feel the presence of their Gods as readily on foreign soil, and that realization caught her off guard. It did not sit comfortably with her. No doubt her brothers and sisters could feel the same strain, though none dared voice their concerns.
Instead they continued on toward the Palace; it was nothing compared to the Panathan Palace, far less intimidating, but if her King and Brother had decided to take up residence here then who was she to argue? He was chosen by the Gods, nay Deified in his own right, a God among Mortals, his words were as much from the Pantheon as hers.
It was rare that she was summoned on a day that did not involve the Council. She had his ear during times of pressing matters, when advisers were needed, but typically such things revolved around Panatha. They were so far from home right now that she doubted it was her reason for being here.
As they neared the entrance several armoured guards stepped forward, clearly intent on keeping them out, but one fierce look from Saeth had them back peddling to their stations and fear coursing through their veins. Nothing needed to be said... Nothing ever needed to be said.
Past them, too, she wandered, through the large doors which swung inward at her approach with little more than the twitching of a finger, into the airy halls beyond. Truth be told it was refreshing to be away from the murky air that lay outside.
She did not know where her Brother would be, yet she knew that if she entered the audience chamber, wherever it was, he would eventually show. Patience was a virtue she exercised, and she would wait for as long as her King commanded.