Quietus
Hunting Again
Kuat - Province of Marrut - Efreet Forest
[member="Tirdarius"]
"What a waste."
Three figures stood at the entrance to the hidden Nursery within Efreet Forest, silhouettes shrouded by a pale morning mist. Through the trees the faint glow of morning sunlight slowly began to emblazon the sky, striking rays across them like some heavenly intervention for what monstrous event would soon take place here.
Nearly a month now since the Burning Tree Treaty saw the signatures of those representative of Kuat and the One Sith. Thus far, the Sith had held up their end - so it would soon come time for Kuat to honor their own word.
The Kuati Sovereign looked out upon the gloom with a gaze of consideration. The nursery had been planted in secret over six years ago by the Republic at the offer of land by the Sovereign herself. Several secluded nurseries existed on Kuat, as well as on other planets within the Kuati system. Not just any nurseries, mind you, but those that specialized in the care of Bafforr trees.
Lorelei Darke narrowed her eyes. It was a waste, but it was also a promise, and the Lady Darke was always good on her word.
"Six years and how many millions we put into these nurseries? For what. To burn them. If I had known we were spending money just to burn it, I would have told the Republic to go feth itself," Pheraella Sanzio, the former Kuati Senator signed in only months before this whole Netherworld debacle, was even less of a fan of the Republic than her own Sovereign. The difference? Phe was a little less ...diplomatic about her distaste. Lorelei blamed this on her youth and lack of experience beyond the Kuatian aristocracy, though she did find it mildly amusing. Phe pulled daintily on the stem of a cigarette holder, looking perturbed.
"If you like I can start the party now," she ashed her habit onto the cobble walk beneath her heels, "course I'm not really dressed for the occasion. Do tell me where I'll find a fire-proof dress, Your Highness, surely you've got one."
Chuckling, Lorelei glanced to the young woman, "I do, actually. But no, the Festival will have to wait until the chosen day, when it can be witnessed by those who matter."
"I don't suppose a simple ball would have sufficed."
"Spending money on luxury does not a confident ally make."
"So we are to burn it instead?"
"Shh..." replied the Queen on a low, svelte tone, "the trees will hear you."
[member="Tirdarius"]
"What a waste."
Three figures stood at the entrance to the hidden Nursery within Efreet Forest, silhouettes shrouded by a pale morning mist. Through the trees the faint glow of morning sunlight slowly began to emblazon the sky, striking rays across them like some heavenly intervention for what monstrous event would soon take place here.
Nearly a month now since the Burning Tree Treaty saw the signatures of those representative of Kuat and the One Sith. Thus far, the Sith had held up their end - so it would soon come time for Kuat to honor their own word.
The Kuati Sovereign looked out upon the gloom with a gaze of consideration. The nursery had been planted in secret over six years ago by the Republic at the offer of land by the Sovereign herself. Several secluded nurseries existed on Kuat, as well as on other planets within the Kuati system. Not just any nurseries, mind you, but those that specialized in the care of Bafforr trees.
Lorelei Darke narrowed her eyes. It was a waste, but it was also a promise, and the Lady Darke was always good on her word.
"Six years and how many millions we put into these nurseries? For what. To burn them. If I had known we were spending money just to burn it, I would have told the Republic to go feth itself," Pheraella Sanzio, the former Kuati Senator signed in only months before this whole Netherworld debacle, was even less of a fan of the Republic than her own Sovereign. The difference? Phe was a little less ...diplomatic about her distaste. Lorelei blamed this on her youth and lack of experience beyond the Kuatian aristocracy, though she did find it mildly amusing. Phe pulled daintily on the stem of a cigarette holder, looking perturbed.
"If you like I can start the party now," she ashed her habit onto the cobble walk beneath her heels, "course I'm not really dressed for the occasion. Do tell me where I'll find a fire-proof dress, Your Highness, surely you've got one."
Chuckling, Lorelei glanced to the young woman, "I do, actually. But no, the Festival will have to wait until the chosen day, when it can be witnessed by those who matter."
"I don't suppose a simple ball would have sufficed."
"Spending money on luxury does not a confident ally make."
"So we are to burn it instead?"
"Shh..." replied the Queen on a low, svelte tone, "the trees will hear you."