Chancellor Emerita / Advisor of State
Blissfully Unaware
Front Viewing Platform // The Chandra Estate // Balmorra
A warm breeze swept across the Balmorran seas and up over the plains that were beheld by the Chandra Estate -- a vast network of carefully constructed walls with massive windows that captured all the best views the northern hemisphere had to offer. The smell of the ocean danced in the air like a perfectly orchestrated ballet until it found the familiar nostrils of Adhira Chandra. The old woman sat solemnly on one of the seaward viewing platforms of her home, casually staring into the blue abyss that stretched far beyond her field of vision. She inhaled deeply, taking in the salty fragrance of a day at the shore that she was once more missing out on. Adhira drank from her crystal glass, taking in a mouthful of amber liquid. It burned like fire. She winced briefly before moving it down.
This had been her daily routine since Aarav.... since she had left the office of Chancellor. Each day ended with her sitting on the ornate balcony, absorbing the last rays of the Balmorran sun. Today, the ritual gave no comfort. Adhira frowned at the orange and purple glow of the sun as it faded behind the clouds on the horizon.
One of the household staff made their presence known with a small cough, the subtle tinkling of a glass indicating that he had brought her a refill. Adhira could already feel a warmth in her cheeks that told her she'd had enough. "No thank you Soren," she waved off the offer of another drink, "I'll take dinner in my room." The young blond page bowed bow with a silver tray still balanced on his right hand and turned away in a hurry. Retirement had been the exact opposite of what Adhira Chandra had imagined for herself as she neared the age of 80. She had barely taken time to imagine not being Chancellor anymore after more than a decade of presiding over the Galactic Alliance. Yet, there she sat... her purple sari looking drabber than usual, her raven black hair streaked with white. And her life turned upside down.
"Soren? I may have that drink now..." she said loudly, looking back toward the entrance where the assistant had disappeared into. But as she did the familiar whirring of a large ship caught her attention. The dusky Balmorran turned her dark eyes back to the horizon and fixed her gaze on an approaching transport. The glare of the sun made it hard to identify, but as the ship grew ever closer to the estate's landing pad, Adhira was able to identify the ship as one of the diplomatic vessels deployed by the Alliance to bear Senators and other agents of the republic. It even bore the emblem of Chancellor
Aerarii Tithe
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"Well... that's new," she said as she rose from her seat and moved hastily to greet her visitor.
This had been her daily routine since Aarav.... since she had left the office of Chancellor. Each day ended with her sitting on the ornate balcony, absorbing the last rays of the Balmorran sun. Today, the ritual gave no comfort. Adhira frowned at the orange and purple glow of the sun as it faded behind the clouds on the horizon.
One of the household staff made their presence known with a small cough, the subtle tinkling of a glass indicating that he had brought her a refill. Adhira could already feel a warmth in her cheeks that told her she'd had enough. "No thank you Soren," she waved off the offer of another drink, "I'll take dinner in my room." The young blond page bowed bow with a silver tray still balanced on his right hand and turned away in a hurry. Retirement had been the exact opposite of what Adhira Chandra had imagined for herself as she neared the age of 80. She had barely taken time to imagine not being Chancellor anymore after more than a decade of presiding over the Galactic Alliance. Yet, there she sat... her purple sari looking drabber than usual, her raven black hair streaked with white. And her life turned upside down.
"Soren? I may have that drink now..." she said loudly, looking back toward the entrance where the assistant had disappeared into. But as she did the familiar whirring of a large ship caught her attention. The dusky Balmorran turned her dark eyes back to the horizon and fixed her gaze on an approaching transport. The glare of the sun made it hard to identify, but as the ship grew ever closer to the estate's landing pad, Adhira was able to identify the ship as one of the diplomatic vessels deployed by the Alliance to bear Senators and other agents of the republic. It even bore the emblem of Chancellor
Aerarii Tithe
."Well... that's new," she said as she rose from her seat and moved hastily to greet her visitor.