What faced the pair on the bridge?
Nothing. Absolutely Nothing.
A whistling sound... then drums.
Gold light. Blinding if you had eyes.
Bright and Powerful it looked like a procession of a thousand,
endless. All heralding their queen. Ancient coins thrown in the air, caskets of gems on show as her
servants dropped rose petals in her wake. Opulence and decadence.
Was it too good to be true? Right now what was ahead was vivid and full detail. There was even a musician with a hololute, though he looked somewhat out of place on the sidelines, trying desperately to keep up with the tune that echoed through the ruins.
Snaking her steps to a stop and curling her hands together in welcoming grasp.
Golden perfection, the female figure standing the other side of the bridge was Echani looking? Almost glowing, her dress too good to be true, too well made.
Perfection. The lines and interwoven nature of it had once cloaked a vicious snake of a personality, just like her hands once curled around an empire. Everything about this entire display felt odd.
Someone or
something handed the vision ahead a pair of...
clipping sheers? She mocked the plant ahead with a snip and they
disappeared from view. While the Lords plotted their revolution, Kiara Keth had gardening to attend to, a practiced gardener, Sorcha’s gardens were where she had lived and ultimately
died.
Gear:? All there is shines gold. There is almost certainly gear and truth here though.
For those sharp of sense or sight. Truth through the masks, through the lies, through opulent displays put on to hide what was there. It was almost like she had been released from her tomb, to engineer a perfectly crafted display of all the traditionalists' in their idealistic zealotry would see burned.
Maybe Serpentis was aware of this and playing them, or maybe she was just another pawn in their games.
Darth Quercus