Nemean Daughter~
(Brief OOC: This is intended as a social thread for the New Jedi Order and any affiliates. Rayia is feeling a bit homesick and as a result, has decided to throw a bit of a celebration. NJO Members are welcome to partake in a Weikian Felacatian holiday surrounding the alignment of all seven moons. In Basic, the name would translate to the Concord of the Daughters, and is held in reverence of the early years of Felacatian settlement on Weik and the formation of the Feral Queen's tribe as according to Illuna's teachings. There will be tea, barbecue, and a small ceremony where the participants will capture moonlight in small gems that they may later keep as mementos. This is my first time running a public thread, so please forgive me if the start is awkward.)
Location: Alderaan under a starry sky
Tags: @New Jedi Order
Rayia had been acting strangely ever since a small, black box had arrived to the Jedi Temple addressed to her. The small box had been hermetically sealed, and its glassy, obsidian colored surface seemed to reflect light. It measured about two handspans across and two handspans tall, though the small size of the cube-like box belied its rather significant weight. The box was unblemished and glossy smooth, excluding a small engraving of a ship entwined with a feathered quill. It was the sigil of Vossport, the Capital Trade City of Weik.
Rayia had made a small request to source Moonglow crystals from the Smithing Guild, though she had hardly expected them to honor her request. Insecurities about the greater galaxy as well as pirate raids and the gravitational and magnetic fields that had led to Weik's inhabitants arriving on the planet's surface in the first place had steadily built up into a policy of isolationism. A policy that only grew more severe as one inquired about the disparate groups on the planet's surface. Her own people, the Felacatians, absolutely hated space travel for good reason.
Regardless, Rayia had escaped because Weik still had interplanetary trade with some of its neighbors. Rayia had left with the presumption that she was cutting herself off from her homeworld entirely. 'I guess it still means something that I was one of their apprentices,' Rayia thought with a small smile, hefting the box to take it to the field where she had set up the rest of the equipment.
A lazy breeze stirred the long grass, filling the air with the soft rustling of millions of little blades all rasping against each other. A slowly streaming haze of grey gently spindled and unwound against the sky as the spitted meat gently sizzled and spat over the flames. Thousands of twinkling lights glittered in said sky, as a bright, luminous orb made its gentle trek across the sky. It appeared to be particularly visible tonight, slightly larger than normal. Yet it wasn't quite at its zenith, when the Moonglow crystals could be used properly.
'I...think that should be good enough. I hope, anyway,' Rayia thought to herself, a sudden stab of anxiety panging in her chest. On Weik, the tribe never had to worry about the Concord of the Daughters as all seven moons bathed the planet in sufficient light to conduct the annual ritual. She'd decided on Alderaan because she'd known that others would be there for the coronation, and yet had little desire to interrupt the proceedings with her presence. Rayia hardly understood the politics of this new galaxy she had been thrust into, and she did not need to accidentally trample the toes of any prissy nobles who might judge her humble origins. 'If they are anything like the nobles in Vossport, it tends to be bad for one's health,' Rayia thought sarcastically. Instead, Rayia had simply slipped a simple invitational card beneath the door of the visiting members of the Order and left it at that.
The card read, "Dear friends and fellow members of the Order, tonight is a very auspicious night for my tribe. I wish to share this celebration with you in remembrance of my home. If you would like to partake, I will be hosting a small gathering on the fields outside the capital." And then in a slightly more whimsical tone, a note was added below, "Follow the scent of barbecue~"
'If they wanted to come, they would,' Rayia thought to herself.
Location: Alderaan under a starry sky
Tags: @New Jedi Order
Rayia had been acting strangely ever since a small, black box had arrived to the Jedi Temple addressed to her. The small box had been hermetically sealed, and its glassy, obsidian colored surface seemed to reflect light. It measured about two handspans across and two handspans tall, though the small size of the cube-like box belied its rather significant weight. The box was unblemished and glossy smooth, excluding a small engraving of a ship entwined with a feathered quill. It was the sigil of Vossport, the Capital Trade City of Weik.
Rayia had made a small request to source Moonglow crystals from the Smithing Guild, though she had hardly expected them to honor her request. Insecurities about the greater galaxy as well as pirate raids and the gravitational and magnetic fields that had led to Weik's inhabitants arriving on the planet's surface in the first place had steadily built up into a policy of isolationism. A policy that only grew more severe as one inquired about the disparate groups on the planet's surface. Her own people, the Felacatians, absolutely hated space travel for good reason.
Regardless, Rayia had escaped because Weik still had interplanetary trade with some of its neighbors. Rayia had left with the presumption that she was cutting herself off from her homeworld entirely. 'I guess it still means something that I was one of their apprentices,' Rayia thought with a small smile, hefting the box to take it to the field where she had set up the rest of the equipment.
A lazy breeze stirred the long grass, filling the air with the soft rustling of millions of little blades all rasping against each other. A slowly streaming haze of grey gently spindled and unwound against the sky as the spitted meat gently sizzled and spat over the flames. Thousands of twinkling lights glittered in said sky, as a bright, luminous orb made its gentle trek across the sky. It appeared to be particularly visible tonight, slightly larger than normal. Yet it wasn't quite at its zenith, when the Moonglow crystals could be used properly.
'I...think that should be good enough. I hope, anyway,' Rayia thought to herself, a sudden stab of anxiety panging in her chest. On Weik, the tribe never had to worry about the Concord of the Daughters as all seven moons bathed the planet in sufficient light to conduct the annual ritual. She'd decided on Alderaan because she'd known that others would be there for the coronation, and yet had little desire to interrupt the proceedings with her presence. Rayia hardly understood the politics of this new galaxy she had been thrust into, and she did not need to accidentally trample the toes of any prissy nobles who might judge her humble origins. 'If they are anything like the nobles in Vossport, it tends to be bad for one's health,' Rayia thought sarcastically. Instead, Rayia had simply slipped a simple invitational card beneath the door of the visiting members of the Order and left it at that.
The card read, "Dear friends and fellow members of the Order, tonight is a very auspicious night for my tribe. I wish to share this celebration with you in remembrance of my home. If you would like to partake, I will be hosting a small gathering on the fields outside the capital." And then in a slightly more whimsical tone, a note was added below, "Follow the scent of barbecue~"
'If they wanted to come, they would,' Rayia thought to herself.
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