Universum Oblivione: Daughter of Malagarr

[Cersei Moirae]

Wild Space​

Elis'nad, Malagarr | Port Venise | Baleez​

A world long forgotten, shrouded in the blanket of Wild Space: Malagarr. The massive maroon sphere captivated two moons and reveled in the light of one sun, while staving off a thin ring of asteroids (which appeared to be aligned and sharing orbital motion). Though habitable, Malagarr was mostly arid with the primary geography being desert amid the oceans and occasional oasis.The rest of the terrain on the hidden planet consisted of small forest lands that climbed mountains and crawled the plains with a respectable amount of rivers and natural lakes- a singular ice cap also covered the area of the polar North.

The red celestial body, while seemingly in a state of abandon, was anything but on the surface; a quixotic paradise with garnet shores and waters that appeared more violet than the expectant colors of cerulean; The Great Desert of Baleez is revered for its dramatic change in habitat that occurs a near five months out of the seventeen (time to orbit around the sun) due to sudden and copious amounts of oceanic storms that transform or...terraform the sands into an exotic rainforest. It had not been a place burdened by technological terror or enraptured by the Gulag virus, but flourished in it's absence instead.

A diamond in the rough.

Due to the estrangement from The Empire of Infinite Darkness and the Galaxy at large, Malagarr was largely underpopulated and still lived in near-archaic times. Dwellings were made mostly from the earth- some diminutive and others the size of some Coruscant skylines- others from blocks of rock. The people were simple in their needs, but powerful and split into castes similar to Boadicea's once vast kingdom: sorceresses and warriors, with the additional mothers and what was known as keepers.

During *Umbra (very few occasions a year), **Chosen were tasked with gifting the populace with new life. Since their numbers were so few in comparison to the amount of barren land (and continued to dwindle), it was decreed that survival meant supplementary assistance so as not to thicken the blood and grow. This was quite the contrary to the age-old thought that pure meant superior, ergo incest. (The inhabitants of Malagaar- two matriarchal amassed clans- ruled the consummation and creation of such punishable by death.) To avoid extinction, the Chosen were given leave for an allotted time to the Galaxy they normally shrank from. Though they could be considered savage by outsiders, they did not lack in intelligence.

Their continued existence unequivocally confirmed this.

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The moon bathed the sun-kissed creature in an ethereal glow- one recently slumbering in an intricately carved gondola- atop the recently manifested, magical lake of Baleez. That light would have appeared the softest of gold had it not been cast first upon the impressive exotic canopy of thin emerald leaves. It was more...alive, revealing treasures otherwise hidden.

It was Umbra and instead of celebrating fertility, the young Moirae opted for solace under the stars. Had it been not for the Mother, her status of Chosen would have cast the princess into the unknown. It had been predicted and the vision of old never lied: should the dancer of the dead be cast unto the ether on the eclipse, the seed carried within would be the destroyer of Malagarr and her mind forever poisoned by the tongue of false prophets. For upon the return to the sacred lands during the new Umbra, she would certainly usurp the power of ***Aliir and collapse all balance.

Lightly dusted bronze lids peeled back revealing the shimmering pools of the beloved daughter among the stretches of soft black lashes. They held the stars, but claimed the land in all it's divergence, sharing in the colors; not quite that of hazel, something more gold with the tendrils of the exotic jade fauna. Cersei watched as others swept the sky to embark upon the foreign system and heed the word of the clans. Those who returned, would do so with their bellies full and those who did not, were lost never to be found again.

The Sorceress had never been given the chance and the sudden heat revealed in her eyes echoed her testament to the taboo. It had also been the very reason her russet adorned head did not don the crown of Queen; she bore no heirs. The ***saltatricis mors est furled her pale ruby lips before they parted and she sang in the ancient tongue, lulling the predators of night to her perceived longing. Her knowledge was vast as her power and reached to distant worlds, but this only left hunger.

It was not enough to leave her people to the stagnant rule of her sisters and the only growth being the population and so the creature endured. She suffered, constantly testing her influence only to be pulled back to reality. While Cersei had been tried and tested, swam the very underworld thrice, and known as the single entity to have survived- still the princess could not collectively and effectively breach the ever diligent, vice authority of the Elders.

They allowed only glimpses, knowing of the noble's obstinacy and consistent intense desire to evolve.

Alas, her presence would be required all too soon and the woman rose from the womb of the gondola in a quiet rustle of soft, transparent fabric as it neared the jungle shores. The approach rippled the violet waters and the short moments that passed finally revealed the sprawling, ancient estate's pillars and the moonlit-glittering lagoon that gave entrance.

The wooden craft had not yet banked before long, bare legs climbed past the lip and onto the smooth path of flat stones. Her gown dipped into the alien waters before being snatched and lofted over Moirea's arm, protecting the garment from the deep red sand during her sojourn along the beach. Bare feet moved over the sacred ground with practiced ease, letting the power of the Force seep into the unadorned flesh and in turn, filling it with her own power.

"Must you be so somber, Cersei?" The whimsical vocals of the Queen broke the near-silence of nature.

With out a break in stride, the sorceress' answered dryly, "Evening, sister." There was love there, but the incessant show of hierarchic power and unnecessary commentary shadowed more of the emotions than revealed them. The sudden cajole of festivities intercepted their reunion and for that Cersei was relieved.

A mixture of warriors and sorceresses alike filled the great hall in celebration and music rose to greet the patron's ears. It relented though, with her sudden presence- long enough for the beloved daughter to be properly acknowledge -or- solicited. "PRINCESS!"

As per duty, she allotted them her time with smiles and the occasional grasping of hands, knowing them each by name...by signature and the music resumed. It had been some time since the princess afforded herself with the pleasures readily given during the Festival of Aliir. She was simply not the deviant that her sister was, but instead chose immersion into the Force and history of the Malagarr. This time was different though.

Cersei chose to observe this night, but not the people. No. Upon taking her reserved seat on the high-back chair, she drew herself into a meditative state, while appearing to gaze just out the window. The Elders guard on the red planet had loosed for the departures and the sorceress began taking advantage of the opportunity to see farther than she ever had. In doing so, however, the act also unveiled the forgotten planet.

It began with the ever curious journey of the Chosen and the desire to capture more drove her ethereal fingers deeper into the expanse of space, searching for the Dark Mother.

*Latin for shadow - in reference to lunar eclipses | **In congruence with the mothers, those that were worthy to gift life | *** Aliir is the first and largest Moon and exemplifies fertility | **** Latin for dancer of death - reference to being revived on three different occasions ​

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[member="Caid Centurion"]​

 

[Caid Centurion]

Eight Days Prior
The Temple of Silver and Green
Tel-Mennaseh, Oloth, Endelaan

Caid dragged a finger along the stone exterior of the Temple that had been erected to the memory of his late father on Endelaan. The younger Centurion had spent several months within the very walls of the particular location some two to three years prior. While that had not been Caid's first time learning of Endelaan or even visiting, it had been the start of a path that had no definite end. At the time, the Dathomir native had harbored no designs on integrating himself into the ancestral homeworld of his family. Like his father, Caid had been relatively content in another life.

However, that had slowly changed during his most recent visit. Immersing himself into the study of the ancient culture and the reality of modern society on Endelaan had filled Caid with a sense of purpose. A desire to live up to the legacy of his family on Endelaan fueled Caid's dedication. To be sure, he had no intention of placing himself upon a throne anytime soon. In fact, Caid hardly had a need for such a thing to be of use to his family and the people of Endelaan. No...instead his interest lie in simply being worthy of the weighty reputation he had inherited.

"Your Highness..."

Turning from the statues of the male predecessors in his family line, Caid nodded to the warrior. Since their arrival on Endelaan, they had abandoned the crimson cloaks they wore among the rest of the galaxy. "Yes, Warrior."

"The Ancient One has sent word. The Council requests an audience."

The Sith arched a curious brow. "Oh? To what end, I might ask?"

"Apologies, Your Highness, but that was not made clear."

Casting his gaze back out towards the horizon, Caid shook his head. "Inform the Ancient One that I will meet with the Council, but it must unfortunately wait until I have concluded my business away from the Forbidden Temple."

"As you command."

Once the Warrior had departed, Caid offered one lasting look to those that had come before. Moments later, he turned and retreated back to where the horses were waiting. The two Warriors that traveled with him had already mounted their Familiars...wild horses that were much larger and seemed almost eerily poised compared to the domestic one that Caid temporarily used as transport. This had been the purpose of his visit, however, alongside finally establishing his own residence on Endelaan; a process that would take some months.

Following one last look at the sprawling city of Tel-Mennaseh, Caid kicked his heels into the sides of his horse, commanding it to take off towards the distance. The two Warriors would follow him as far as the outskirts of the city before dropping off. Caid would complete the next part of this journey alone.

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The sun lingered just above the horizon as Caid walked casually among the tall, thick grass. In the distance his silver-green eyes caught sight of yet another small group of wild horses. However, like the four groups before them, the Sith felt no real connection, no pull of any kind towards any of them. For their part, the wild beasts largely paid the tall Centurion no mind. Their own lack of fear for humans no doubt had a great deal to do with how integral they were to the human society on the planet.

As exhaustion was rapidly starting to seep into his body, Caid took a seat on the firm ground. Crossing his legs, the Sith was just about to enter a meditative state when a presence surged through his mind. The sensation was so abruptly intense that Caid's eyes shot open and his hands uselessly moved to massage his temples. Just as quickly as the overbearing presence manifested, it seemed to recoil in response to Caid's discomfort. The voice that followed the relief of pressure sounded...almost melodic.

Your pace has certainly been a measured one, young Prince.

Casually, Caid came to his feet as his eyes scanned the horizon. He saw no one, nothing other than the small grouping of wild horses from before. However, at this point, they all seemed to stand taller, watching Caid with a razor focus. If there was one thing the Sith Lord loathed, it was even the concept that his attention had wavered so intensely as to become a crux, a weakness.

No, young prince. Behind you.

Turning, Caid still saw nothing but rolling hills. "Is this some kind of game!? Show yourself!" He wasn't really shouting, but the Force was certainly amplifying his voice. After all, he could not communicate telepathically with someone he neither knew nor could see. Interestingly enough, he couldn't nail down the presence in the Force either. Instinctively, the dark-skinned warrior reached up and withdrew the matte black hilt of his lightsaber.

You're too old for games, young prince.

Caid's eyes narrowed. That had been precisely what he was going to say, naturally.

I know young prince. In fact, I know you better than you know even yourself.

The Sith Lord clenched his jaw, biting back the swirling mixture of irritation from the day's pursuits and the existence of this phantom mental voice. Deciding that whoever was playing games was no longer worth his time, Caid prepared to turn and resume his objective. However, when he did finally turn, he came face to face with a large creature. It wasn't necessarily a great deal bigger than Caid, but it was certainly big enough. As he instinctively took a step backwards, Caid allowed his eyes to study the creature. It looked like...an oversized horse. An oversized wild horse for that matter. Pearl white skin was adorned with a dark blue mane and tail. Tucked against its sides were... Wait...are those wings?

Yes, young prince. They are.

Caid glanced at the steady gaze of the creature, brows knitting into an expression that crossed between confusion and intrigue. "What are you?"

An entity of an ancient time, long since lost to history. Most recently, however, I pledged an oath to serve your brother-in-law, the absent King.

A single brow arched ever so slightly. "So you're...his Familiar?"

Laughter sounded through the musical connection. A dull term you humans use to explain the symbiotic relationship you develop with certain animals of Endelaan. The overwhelming majority of your Warriors are only capable of matching with the wild horses of Endelaan because Endelaan wills it so. It is why they have come to be worshiped in many ways.

While Caid wasn't sure he needed the background and was positive he hadn't asked, he never was one to turn down information. As it was, that which the creature conveyed certainly did pique the Sith Lord's interest. There was a subtle importance to the lesson as well. Nobody ever fully knows anything. "So...that's a yes?"

I exist to assist and guide the King. There are some that would refer to me as a Familiar, yes. In truth, I am a creature of Phindara. I traveled to pledge my loyalty and protection to King Diomedes Antares long ago before the plague of the galaxy. The creature's large head seemed to be scanning the area for something. This did not occur, however, until he was ready to fulfill his destiny. Like your half-brother, you will not find your equal roaming these plains or any of those on Oloth.

"Are you telling me that I need to go to Phindara?"

Do not jump to conclusions, young prince. You're allowing your eagerness to complete your path to guide your mind and tongue down roads you know it should not take.

Caid's expression remained flat, the lines of his face neutralizing as his bright gaze merely stared at the creature. Naturally, he was right. Even in his efforts to focus his attentions elsewhere, take his time preparing himself mentally and physically for the future, the dark-skinned Sith still had many lessons to learn. "Phindara is off-limits." Caid made the statement mostly to himself.

And for good reason. It is not a visit you or any other would likely survive. However, you needn't be so harsh on yourself. A perfect ruler was never created, and all the preparation in the world cannot give you the one thing that eventually makes all beings in the galaxy great at what they do. Experience. Time.

"I don't spend an abundance of time on Endelaan. How will I know when I am ready?"

When you are truly ready, you will know. I will, however, give you this assistance out of respect to your family. You have embraced the culture of your paternal lineage. Yet, to truly be worthy of Endelaan as you so desire, you will have to develop a keen understanding for the other half of this society. Only then will Endelaan produce you a non-human companion worthy of your quality.

Caid lightly scratched the bottom of his chin as he considered the creature's words. "I have studied quite intently at Al-Moab."

Yet your education is woefully incomplete, absent a more intrinsic awareness.

On the surface, Caid appeared to be tolerating the cryptic references, but in truth they were starting to get old. "I don't understand."

The creature unfurled its large wings, causing a rush of air to momentarily blanket the area. You are in search of your family's roots. They do not originate solely from this world. You know of the place I speak. With several strong beats of its wings, the creature vaulted into the air. The resulting downdraft actually threw Caid back several feet given his proximity. And good luck, young prince.

Propping himself up on his forearms, the Sith Lord watched the creature fly off in silence. It was but a few moments before the cogs of Caid's memory slid into place. "Malagarr..." Coming to his feet, Caid adopted a brisk pace back towards his companions. They had yet another errand to embark upon before returning to Confederacy space.

Naturally.

[member="Cersei Moirae"]

 

[Cersei Moirae]

Baleez | Moirea Estate​

Three days post The Festival of Aliir​

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Though her vibrant eyes could not believe in the vision beholden to her on the night of Aliir, her very being had known them to be real. The sorceress had felt the very beating of hearts, had heard the songs of birds and the thunder of hooves before being violently relieved of her adventure. It had been the Elders and inevitable, still her soft hands had reached in reality to the stars that rapidly disappeared around her. The sensation reminded her of another's memory and the blinding light against the black blanket of space during space travel.

Curses of disapproval persisted and finally, Cersei wrung the Galaxy free of her selfish hold upon it only to blink into Zariss' large chestnut pools. The release had only given her confinement within her quarters of the Moirea Estate, under the guard of warriors and watch of sorceresses alike.

The music had gone and the celebration over, but her sister's stark gaze held her own the first time she woke. She had been so close that their noses brushed and their air mingled; the Queen smelled faintly of fear and wine, she felt...drained. For reasons unknown to the noble, her lips crafted a smile. It was the same smile she donned during their shared trials when she won. As if Zariss' had plucked the very memory, her body recoiled. However, the other woman's voice softened, "Sister..."

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A vague sense of flames roused her lids open, the fire tossing shadows about the room and Cersei felt the pull of dark magic graze her skin. Scattered seconds pulled the sorceress under and into the land of dreams again.

She had tasted it once...

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The extrinsic experience had cost her and the payment had been exhaustion. Reaching past the aura of Malagarr was restricted to Elders and she had casually not only grasped the forbidden fruit, but had cut her teeth upon the sweet, ripe skin.

Daughter of Malagarr.

Power rippled over her entranced form like the waters of the Kevee river when dipping off the desert cliffs after a drought. It began slow and over just a few minutes, the momentum surged and finally dropped into nature's expectant basin of aged stone. It accumulated into insatiable depths, never quite filling.

The well in which they sup from has become stagnant. The presence seemed to breathe with a slight rattle against the rib cage. Where there should have been rasp, there was nectar. They have strayed from the path...my children have forgotten.

Within the confines of the cavernous room, the tendrils of the Force had enraptured the slumbering creature. The very essence of dilectae filae visually separated from her physical form and hovered in the air. It appeared as if another's power filled the void between Cersei's body and spirit; manifested as a dark barrier. Ghostly fingers reached and though her ethereal lips began to move, the sound was swallowed by the dark. It had been drank as if it were mere wine, giving the sorceress pause.

You will show them, daughter of Malagarr. You will right them in the way of the one and true Queen, a cold hand seemed to cup her cheek before moving through the visible essence of the Princess.

Cersei's physical body stirred, lifting from the soft cushion and smokey-silver sheets of the massive bed- in which she was in the center of. Her arms had spread the expanse of it, but it was only her unadorned shoulders that rose and then, her back had bowed as if urged. The inky dark seemed to soak into her sun-kissed flesh and she reacted in the form of a writhe. Soft lips of the lightest garnet parted and what began as a moan, shifted into a low-growl upon her own aura slipping into and settling amongst her bones once more.

We will return on the new moon of Aliir and for as many days as nights, Malagarr will be verduous.

She did not blink to rid her golden eyes of the residue of sleep-- they had opened wide, with a feral awareness.

Boadicea.​

[member="Caid Centurion"]

 

[Caid Centurion]

The warriors that had escorted Caid to the edge of the ceremonial plains where most journeyed to identify and claim a Familiar stared at the returning prince with emotionless expressions.

However, Caid could sense the truth lying beneath the otherwise impassive veneer. "Guard your thoughts gentlemen, lest a waver in your faith be misconstrued for disloyalty to the ways of Endelaan." Stepping past the men, the young Sith climbed aboard the domestic horse he had ridden from the ruins of his father's estate. No further words were uttered as Caid kicked the fire out of the horse and took off into the distance. Several moments passed before he could hear the unmistakable pounding of the warriors' much larger wild Familiars rapidly closing the distance.

Arriving back at the Nightstalker, Caid quickly dismounted and ascended the loading ramp. No time was wasted in his transit to the cockpit, assuming his normal seat above and two the rear of where the two pilots would be seated. Fingers deftly flew over the console next to his seat. There were no coordinates for their chosen destination in the system. Standing once more, Caid departed the cockpit, passing the two warriors that were making their way to their stations. "Get us airborne. I will have a destination ready by the time we clear the gravitational influence of Endelaan."

No response.

Returning to his stateroom, Caid sifted through the belongings of Cameron and began searching for the information he required. Minutes turned to hours as the search continued. Eventually, the Nightstalker was on its intended course.

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Present Time
Orbit of Malagarr

Caid's eyes moved rapidly behind closed eyes. His body was present within the cockpit of the Infiltrator, but his mind was elsewhere, drifting across space and time on the currents of the Force. The Sith was not looking for anything overly specific, merely attempting to follow the flicker of memory, whispers that reached for his mind. It was hours that he sat undisturbed by the flight crew as the vessel hung casually in orbit above the red planet, just inside the almost-protective ring of asteroids.

Another product of the loins of Cameron... What do you seek child?

Knowledge...understanding.

No. You seek acceptance. Purpose perhaps, even.

Is that not what everyone seeks in life?

Guard that which you view most precious with care, child. You will find acceptance, but it may not be in a manner which you would expect.

Caid could feel the ethereal presence slipping away. He attempted to push himself deeper into the void, but the nearly overpowering presence that had swelled into his mind was seemingly non-existent now. Slowly, dark lids opened to reveal bright colored orbs. His vision lingered over the planet before them as his presence spread slowly as far as possible. "Proceed, gentlemen."

The alien-looking craft accelerated towards the atmosphere of Malagarr, its uncloaked form seemingly matching with the dark, foreign presence descending from the heavens.

[member="Cersei Moirae"]

 

[Cersei Moirae]

Malagarr | Va'shal​

Templi Moab​

The crumbling walls of an ancient dynasty surrounded her, having lost the vivid hue of the rainforest's exotic petals. Instead, they appeared a deep coral with veins of crimson where the alien waters did not touch. Beneath the swell of accumulation- where lightly-bronzed feet and a the hem of her gown had dipped and now purposely strolled..sunk- the brew of amethyst and ruby had taken on a violet hue so deep it appeared black. It was a clouded water, the sun having not having the ability to seduce the veiled, ruined temple with it's rays. Somehow, though... wild, bright emerald crawled and covered the exposed architecture and small, bright fauna peppered that expanse. The altar in the center of the moderate crypt dripped with the eye-catching greens, blues, and reds-- barely bloomed flowers accenting to emphasize the paramount of the stone rising from the murky depths.

Templi Moab had it's own ecosystem separate than from the rest of Malagarr. Even in the arid conditions within the desert land, water had always found it's way to pool into this particular crypt below the red sands. Life in the small abyss flourished in the darkness. Cersei had implored the anomaly at a young age and found there to be a rather simple explanation: life was its own power and life...life was a seeker of life. Both also sharing a bond with death itself, having the ability to create and destroy. It was only natural for their attraction to be both mutual and beneficial.

Slender hands of the sorceress came to rest upon the pillars surrounding the sacred podium. The sun-licked flesh stark and appearing to glow against the pale gray rock peeking through from the litter of lush vegetation beneath her palms. They moved to wash over the gentle power wafting from the center, just over barely noticeable carvings. The saltatricis mors est slid her lids over her liquid gold orbs. A tongue from a different time echoed in the cavernous room then, stirring the ancients from their slumber...beckoning their presence.

In the days following Boadecia's cryptic message, the daughter of Malagarr had found herself in a perpetual state of illusion... and seclusion. While most days, she would have gladly taken the peace as if it were a gift, this felt different. Cersei let a sigh slide past her lips, punishment often was. The fear from her family was thick and suffocating, but not in here. Moab had softened the noise and gave the young creature shelter, allowing for her mind to settle and stretch and her power shimmered over the the greenery.

Slivers of smoke danced from the calm waters and they rose high still until most of them appeared ghostly figures before her. Still, Ancient Sith volleyed from past her soft lips, from the belly of her to offer them a voice.

Wary of the Mother whose bosom produces sweet milk.

She will carry you, Daughter Moirae. Her power will fill you.

The Queen walks with in. Only to her King is she equal, will she walk beside.

Malagarr will be verduous. Malagarr will be verduous. Malagarr will be verduous.

A modicum of silence...moments more and the voices were many. So many. Cersei's shoulders curled in as if bearing a great weight and she faintly spelled a single word, *quiescis. The power of it vanquished all that she had created and her eyes fluttered open, knees sinking into dark liquid.

Cersei... Cersei.... Cersei... Sister....sister...sister...

Intrusion alerted the russet haired noble with the sizzling sound of atmosphere hitting metal and a presence the sorceress could not aptly put a name to. To say it was familiar did not quite define the sensation... enough to her liking and the cool feel of her power reacted, swiping at the clouds as if a curtain. In doing this, Moirae had also revealed herself. However, it was only the eerie gold-green of her eyes as the rest swam in obscurity- much like the clouds the alien-craft currently passed through.

A sense of urgency overcame the woman, but it was not her own and resembled contained excitement and curiosity. In so far, it
was not a Chosen... the people may have not realized as much though. In that moment, Cersei moved from her knelt position at the altar and stood to traverse through the temple and exit.

*silence

[member="Caid Centurion"]​

 

[Caid Centurion]

Approaching Baleez

A single brow arched over one of Caid's bright eyes as the Nightstalker descended calmly towards the surface. Briefly, the Sith Lord glanced at the sensor readouts. As instructed, the flight crew were presently piloting the Infiltrator in the direction of what appeared to be the largest population concentration in their area. The curiosity was the distinct pull in the Force that he could neither identify nor fully characterize. It was merely...power washing across the landscape seemingly without limit. At least Caid could be relatively well-assured, he had come to the right planet.

As the Nightstalker leveled out over the dark waters, Caid's gaze remained focus on the rudimentary civilization ahead. "If we come under fire, do not return it. We'll escape the engagement zone, cloak, and return to a suitable landing location." Allowing his fingers to manipulate controls near his seat, Caid erected a small holographic display of the sensor feed. Entering another series of commands, he sent the same display to the console between the two pilots. "Set us down just there, a few hundred meters from the large estate."

Silently, the Endelaan Warriors piloted the alien vessel through the final landing cycle. Sand and debris were thrown in all directions from the strength of the repulsors as the Infiltrator nestled onto the ground. The moment the hydraulic struts had finished compressing to the sound of hissing actuators, all of the vessel's engines were shut down by engaging the fuel cutoff valves.

Roughly two minutes later, the loading ramp to the vessel extended. Followed closely by the two Endelaan Warriors whom had donned their crimson cloaks, Caid exited the spacecraft, hood of his own black and crimson cloak pulled over his head. The dark skin of his exposed chest enjoyed the feeling of fresh air once more as bright, silver-green eyes gazed at his surroundings. There were several presences in the vicinity, many of them with seemingly unusual force activity around them. The specific presence he had sensed, however, was a touch more...distant.

So the rumors of Malagarr are true... The civilization from whence Boadicea came had survived the ages.

[member="Cersei Moirae"]

 

[Cersei Moirae]

Galloping thundered in the distance and the quiet that was Baleez was no more. It came from all directions, making their numbers difficult to count. The eyes and the ears of the archaic, but united front riddled the surrounding area with an all-encompassing feed of information. This was not done through technology- Malagarr was very limited in that sense. Instead, the array of life itself communicated through the peoples, animals, and insects. Perhaps even the wind. Some defined it as magic that wove that web as opposed to it manifesting naturally. Whether there was any proof of such a thing was left to anyone's imagination though.

The red giant and the Malagarrians were a soul of many. Irrevocably so.

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"Bring the intruders to me," ordered the Queen in a swirl of ebony robes, her hand coming to greet the massive dining hall table with a slap. Several Elders stood at her back in cloaks that mirrored the sands of their home, faces donning no specific emotion. "Where is Cersei?" she began again, her chestnut eyes having gone a little wild. "Where is my sister?!" Still. They were so very still in the wake of unabashed emotion of the land's leader. Still enough to appear as if there were not fully present.

Zariss groaned, turning to meet with the eyes of one and found them to be a milky white.

Nothing.

Large, dark wooden doors pushed open and a man of considerable size moved through the opening. Though his head wore no crown, his power filled the massive hall and his vivid green eyes fell upon his Queen. There were no words spoken between them, just a very long stare that said much more. Toren traveled only two paces in and took in the occupants. Upon collecting the data required, he simply turned away and Zariss gave to him only a curt nod. It was clearly still the traditional joining; the Warrior King and the Sorceress Queen.

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Wild stallions whipped through the tropical vegetation, their legs pumping to gather momentum, to take in great distance with each collective movement. They were of various colors- from night to alabaster and any combination thereof and their hooves left sand and leaves in the breeze. Each warrior had befell one and together they traveled to meet the invader of their lands.

Upon becoming within range of plain sight, though a safe distance away, the King's voice carried, "That is far enough." He paused and nearly three dozen of his brethren came to close about the smaller group of men, just enough to make the red cloaked individuals plainly aware of the situation. "Who are you and why have you come?" Toren's eyes matching close to that of their new guest -save the silver- met the apparent leader's own.

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Baleez | Moirea Estate​

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The realm had been peaceful...jovial even, given the time of the year. It had all seemed to darken as if another eclipse was upon them since the night of Aliir. Since the daughter of Malagarr fed her curiosity. Cersei had fed so openly that it had appeared to reveal their presence in the Galaxy. It was unknown as to whether she had known of the repercussions or if she didn't care. The Elders deducted that it was a bit of both.

A mare of cream carried the Moirae, it's mane was wild as her own mass of russet waves as they galloped against the wind. She had said nothing to the beautiful beast upon it's arrival, only smoothed a hand down her smooth, massive neck before slipping upon the blond's back. They had stole the night, Cersei and Zeva. Neither of the two were tamable- or at at least, that had been what brought them together. Because she was no Warrior, most had viewed the bond to the wild horse over the last two decades as bizarre. In reality, it was rare... The sorceress viewed it more as a friendship even though she would show up when needed often enough. This made the ride a small comfort, given the very unknown that she was riding into.

"It feels different, Zeva..." she finally said when the Estate came into view. Just peeks though, of the ancient stone and the lights strewn along the path to the side entrance of stairs.

Cersei's small face nuzzled the animal's pale mane and it snorted in response. She slowed upon the path and made a motion to turn around. "I know... she's very mad. As such, there is nothing I can do. She's unreasonable...you know." Gold pools glanced up and she sighed, sliding down to land upon her feet. Within moments, her hand came upon Zeva's head and stroked down the middle.

Before she had even made it to the long wind of stairs, her name cut through the silence.

"There is an intruder. Toren has found him and cut him off," the Queen bombarded her immediately.

"I know."

"He's..."

"I know."

"You know what, exactly? What have you seen, sister?"

"Nothing. Nothing. I know the same as you. I see the same as you." Perhaps it was not the entire truth, but the rest Cersei could have not begun to explain. Nor would her sister want to hear about Boadicea...or the dreams.

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[Caid Centurion]

Silver-green eyes shifted momentarily within the veil of darkness provided by the hood of Caid's cloak. The two Endelaan Warriors at his side mostly did the same as the trio sensed the impending arrival of company. Casual strides continued to carry the recently arrived Sith and his warriors forward until their path was physically blocked by numerous men on horseback. The command that came from one of the new arrivals did not immediately elicit a response from Caid's lips.

Behind Caid, the Endelaan Warriors had spread out slightly, facing in opposite directions as their training demanded. If there was to be conflict, they would give their lives for their Prince if necessary.

Reaching up, Caid casually drew back the hood of his crimson-accented, black cloak. Bright eyes stared intently at the man that had spoken, but the true evaluation happened in the Force. Though his presence was barely restrained, Caid allowed it to swell even further. It was not as impressive or grating as that of his father or certain other unknown relatives of his, but it was enough. "Malagarr... Forgotten birthworld of Boadicea, and the sight of the joining of the first and only King and Queen of the Empire of Infinite Darkness."

As Caid's words drifted forth, he allowed the quality of his presence to tell the story of who he was and from whom he descended. It likely would mean little to the younger inhabitants. However, to the more senior, experienced inhabitants...those responsible for keeping and teaching the history of their society's past, it would be easy enough to discern. The question though...would it matter?

Taking two more steps further, Caid kept his gaze leveled at Toren. The next words he spoke were just loud enough for Toren and those in his immediate vicinity to hear. "I am a Prince of Endelaan, and I have come to speak with whomever rules here. Privately." Something scratched at the back of Caid's mind as he spoke to the man. The sensation, of course, had nothing to do with any of the warriors surrounding him...but with what lay beyond. A presence seemingly called to him. He knew of the phenomenon. The Circle of Seers would say to him that some lives are linked across time. Connected by an ancient calling that echoes through the ages.

A destiny.

Caid just wasn't the type to much believe in a destiny other than that which was created, so he attempted to ignore the invisible pull that had only started once he arrived in the system. How much longer he would be able to ignore the steadily increasing strength of said pull, however, was another matter entirely.

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[Cersei Moirae]

"The Elders..." Zariss began slowly, glancing to her sister without moving her head, "request an audience." The Queen gave a pause and finally turned to face the other woman, "You will do well to change, Cersei." Her hand came up, dismissing an argument she was sure to hear before it should begin. The princess sorceress answered the dictation with a dramatic sigh, fighting the sudden urge to rub her temples into oblivion. Telling her that the Elders had seen her in many manners of...dress- something she was well aware of- would only rile her sister further. The nostrils of her small, bird-like nose flared before Cersei exhaled, irritated. There was no request. That was merely the preferred word of Court.

"Where were you? For days..." The Queen was enraged now, cheeks blooming the color of the sands, "...the Elders could not find you!"

When Cersei answered with an inquisitive brow, her majesty groaned. "Really?" That was interesting information and the lady smiled to herself. "I was meditating, Zariss, at Moab..." her voice suddenly broke and drifted off.

"Cersei. Cersei... CERSEI!"

The intimacy of the unknown presence was... peculiar. It was having the taste on your palate and your mouth recalling it, but the mind... it fought to elicit anything of substance. Suddenly, the expanse of the room drifted away and was replaced by the panoramic view just outside the city where the might of mounted Warriors surrounded a decidedly modest group of men. With her bird's eye view, Cersei could discern the others from behind and the wings of the small creature fluttered to drift closer.

Boadicea...

Within the confines of the high back chair, the Sorceress gripped the fabric of her dress, massaging it's softness between her fingers. She kneaded relentlessly, both trying to listen and harness her own impression upon the Force. With her dark brows drawn together, the Princess etched upon her olive face a look of utter curiosity and...fear of the unknown.

...Endelaan​

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Toren regarded the man respectfully- but the King was steely and his eyes narrowed upon the words that were spoken. "That is not a name I have heard in some time, Prince of Endelaan. What other name do they call you?" As if chewing on his thoughts, the mounted man seemed to consider the threat of the new arrival, far past that of what he had originally.

Though the interpretation was received in kind and felt honest through his observation, the emerald-eyed Warrior offered little of the same to the stranger. "We will escort you," was all he answered with, confident in his Warriors. He turned then, letting his people swallow him and others move to guide the Warriors of Endelaan into the belly of their city.

Before long, they would be greeted with larger, pebbled paths and further still, the Estate loomed in the distance, dwarfing most other structures save two temples.

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[Caid Centurion]

Caid did not move when the man on horseback, effectively, beckoned them forward.

Sensing the hesitation, resistance of their Prince, the Endelaan Warriors tightened their grips on their force pikes ever so slightly.

Bright eyes remained focused on the King of Malagarr as the deep voice rolled forward. "No." A brief pause was provided only for those assembled to fully register Caid's objection. It was true - Caid was no King, and he was but one of many potential heirs to the throne of Endelaan. It was also true that throughout the centuries, Endelaan's connection to Malagarr had been all but completely lost. However, the largest truth was that Caid refused to show any amount of subservience to a ruler of a world that was but a mere participant of the Empire of old.

The fact they had continued to survive and thrive in the current state of affairs did not mean much. It was not hard to remain rooted in place as far as technology and galactic awareness were concerned. Endelaan on the other hand had truly thrived, advancing centuries ahead of what it used to be. Centuries ahead of where Malagarr currently stood. If this world was to be a functional part of a hidden Empire into the future, they needed to fully understand where they stood on the pecking order.

That is to say. They were critical yet subservient to the capital. "You will first state your name and under what authority you presume to give direction to a Prince of Endelaan and direct descendant of King Maximus and Queen Boadicea." The moment he had uttered the names of his ancestors, the sensation he had felt early grated harshly against the inside of his brain. It was all Caid could do to ignore the sensation and remain upright.

Silence lingered throughout the group, but Toren eventually relented. Revealing his name and status on Malagarr, he requested the Prince to accompany him - even going as far as to offer a domesticated horse for Caid to ride. In time, they made their way to the steps leading up to the Moirae Estate.

Dismounting, Caid walked casually just a step behind the King, his own warriors close on his heels. From this point forward, Caid entrusted Toren to take him directly to the Queen of Malagarr. The Sith Lord could only presume her to be the reigning authority due to the fact that...Toren himself had not elected to engage in any official discourse with the visitor. Silently, Caid entered the vaulted room behind Toren. As introductions were made, silver-green eyes swept the surroundings.

They did not focus on the Queen immediately. Instead, lingering on the source of the pulsing sensation in his head. The presence he had felt from high above the landscape of Malagarr. Only a direct inquiry by another occupant of the room was likely to divert his gaze in that moment.

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[Cersei Moirae]

It had been no small feat to rouse the creature from her vision- they had tried and they had failed. The woman had done so on her own volition, upon the mysterious Prince's foot on the very steps of the Estate. Cersei's lids fluttered into present awareness and she straightened with the eyes of the Elders upon her, boring a heat unto her akin to the core of Malagarr. It paled, however, in comparison to the knowing gazes from the Seers that had appeared while her head had been...in the clouds. Her own, near glazed and steadily at half-mast. The sorceress was known for not giving them the typical response they desired.

The Queen had not given so much as a glance and her deep earthen-brown pools watched the massive doors with what appeared to be...anticipation.


Narrow shoulders rolled under the gauzy-like fabric of her gown, pressing into the carved wood at her back. While it was not presently in line with what was custom of her status, it was that of the people and sorceresses alike. Once a pale blue, from the edges to near her waist had taken to the hues of the violet waters in the temple. It effectively clashed with what the Queen and King outfitted themselves in, which was more...regal. Even her feet were unadorned...her hair unstyled. The only accent of the Daughter of Malagarr were her eyes that appeared liquid gold with flecks of the jungle with in them.

Cersei's long dark lashes cast shadow over them though while they narrowed and the potency of them were dimmed in that.

"Daughter of Malagarr, Queen Zariss Valdarr." She had of course stood, to greet both her husband and that of their guest. The wariness in her dark eyes shown though, when Zariss offered her small hand to the Prince. They had flickered to her sister. The room felt...swollen with power. It somehow disturbed the natural ebb and flow of Baleez, then connected with it all the same.

It was a curious feeling as were the alien orbs of the man that settled on her.

"Daughter of Malagarr, Princess Cersei Moirae." What felt like a very long time, had only been a few moments and the sorceress' pools revealed themselves slightly more. Soft pink lips hinted at a smile, finally having matched the face to the presence of her growing curiosity and then quickly washed away. Before she could rise in greeting, a hand was placed on her shoulder to dissuade the princess.

One by one, three of the Elders curtained her view and Cersei's head canted in confusion. They had surmised this being her doing- the arrival of the Prince of Endelaan and his Warriors- and she supposed she couldn't blame them. However, she was not wholly sold on it... but, the Daughter of Malagarr absolutely did not believe in coincidence.

The appearance... no, the feeling of the foreign noble was the effect of her meddling beyond what was allowed. That he was of the direct lineage of Boadicea... It caused her to stand in a swirl of the two-tone gown clinging to her, pushing her slighter frame against the blockade of flesh, "What is your name, Prince of Endelaan?"

Silence stretched and the unease grew where they were gathered.

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[Caid Centurion]

As the Queen was introduced, Caid's gaze diverted slowly to the woman that had come to her feet. Though Caid's intuition had told him the man that had arrived to collect him was some level of authority, he realized now that he very much appeared to be, at the very least, a consort to the Queen. However, sensing that Malagarr's entire societal culture had seemingly been frozen in time since the days of the Empire of Infinite Darkness, he was likely King. "Your Majesties..." Stepping forward, Caid bowed politely before accepting Zariss' smooth hand with his comparatively rough. Despite that reality, there was gentleness to his grip as he lowered his head to lightly brush her skin with a soft kiss of the lips. Standing back to his full height, silver-green eyes diverted back to the King to whom he merely offered a nod.

As the woman that initially drawn his attention was introduced, Caid turned his entire body to regard the woman. A daughter? She seemed likely to old for that possibility, but then again physical appearance meant so little with regard to age in the galaxy. If she was a daughter, she did not seem to be much regarded by the Queen in any form of maternal bond.

Quickly, however, the Princess' view was partially blocked by three others. Arching a curious brow, Caid looked back to Zariss with a quizzical expression. He had only parted his lips to offer a question when the soft voice of the Princess called to him from the other direction. Taking a step back, Caid took the opportunity to fully introduce himself to those assembled. "Caid Centurion, great-great grandson of the Warrior King Maximus and Sorceress Queen Boadicea of Endelaan."

A pause as his gaze focused more on the King and Queen of Malagarr. As he spoke, however, Cersei would invariably feel his presence brush against her own; prodding her almost intimately to discern the full quality of her own presence. "I apologize for being unable to send an emissary to announce my impending arrival. Though you may all think yourselves forgotten by your brothers and sisters upon Endelaan, this is not the case. Like you, the loss of Maximus and Boadicea forced the people of Endelaan to revert to what they knew, preserving their way of life." Motioning to Zariss, Caid offered words specifically for her. "I only wish I had made this visit some years ago, when the latest Queen of Endelaan was still around to enjoy your company."

The Sith did not comment on his relation to or the name of said Queen. Not at the present moment. "I'm sorry. The journey has been long. I would very much like to see to it that the two Endelaan Warriors whom have traveled with me are provided the opportunity for food and rest." Shifting his gaze to the King, Caid nodded his head slightly. "I'm sure you can understand the importance of these things to any warrior."

When his spoken words had stopped, he reached into the mind of the Princess - having only just stopped forcing the weight of his presence against her own. You are a curiosity to me, Princess. I felt you above all others from the very heavens of this world. I should very much enjoy a conversation in due time.

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[Cersei Moirae]

I am Queen, or have you forgotten? This does not concern you, Cersei. Know your place, sister mine.

The last and only visitors Malagarr had received in the previous decade caused the Sorceress to silence her tongue. It was as if the Elders projected the vision unto her with a mind to otherwise control the tempest. They knew well enough the depths of her inquiry to things best left to the unknown and their timing was near impeccable. With that memory so close to the surface, she held back the urge to growl and Zariss found her eyes in that moment.. Cersei, her sister warned. They had made their point, but Cersei refused to be seated again. Long, adroit fingers gripped the skirts of her gown lest they were sent to more pliable...objects and she stared at the Queen.

"It is of my utmost pleasure to receive you," Zariss paused, offering a amiable, but rigid smile on her red lips, "and your Warriors, Caid Centurion, Prince of Endelaan. However, it is the reasoning of your arrival after all this time that interests me foremost."

In so far, there had been little hostility with the new arrival, but the beloved daughter remembered.

Defiance licked at her mind and upon a heartier brush of essence from the Prince of Endelaan, it swelled and brought her to now. Cersei near bristling at the intrusion, pushed back with her own- though it was more abrasive at first, mirroring the affections of nature when one tried to control it and after a moment, it softened like a gentler water in a lagoon. The Sorceress' gaze flickered and she drew in a common breath. It had not been wholly Caid's fault for her unease. He had merely been there with a presence impending... rapturous solace. The sheer ambiance found in the man had confounded the Princess and her reaction to it even more. For that, she had felt abashed but could not come to the conclusion as to why.

The Queen reached through the ether in attempt to establish dominance, This does not concern you, sister.

There had been no time to respond in the seconds it took for her attention to be diverted. It was Toren who spoke next, allowing his naturally louder voice to carry over the collection of people. However, it was directed to the younger sister and she barely glanced to the King when he spoke, "Forgive me," he placed his hand over his chest and moved a couple of paces near the Elders, "Princess, would you be so kind as to see to it that our guests are properly accommodated." The green of his eyes riddled with mischief found that of her gold. Cersei could nearly feel him tugging for a reaction.

When she moved, her pools briefly closed before passing the wall of men. It was when Cersei was revealed completely to the audience once more, that she met the gazes of the Endelaan Warriors and gave them a nod. To Toren this had seemed a punishment, when it was just the opposite to the Malagarrian Princess. He meant to make her appear... inferior. She gave him no such satisfaction and instead of acknowledging the King that stood just beside her, bare feet padded softly down and past the dais-- and even in her lack of proper attire, walked with confidence.

Upon finally having the ability to look upon the man who caused her... elated unrest without obstruction, her head canted to meet his silver-green orbs. After a moment, they slid to his company and she spoke in kind, "If you will," Cercei began and came to still just in front of the Warriors, "follow me?"

You are of the wind, foreigner...descendant of Boadicea and an enigma to me, the gentle voice rode their tendril of connection, you may seek me out upon conclusion of the meeting should you desire to do so.

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[Caid Centurion]

The words of the Queen drifted into the ears of the dark-skinned warrior, but they did not ring in his mind loud enough to overpower the wash of strength and tempest of emotion that radiated across the ether from the Princess. What started as a veritable force of nature seemed to simmer. It was as if the foreign presence was at first challenged, then evaluated, and finally accepted.

The thin smile that settled onto Caid's lips had nothing to do with the Queen's inquiry, but his response to said interrogative followed immediately behind the change in his facial expression. "That is only natural and completely understandable." Before Caid could continue, however, the King cut in and moved to give instructions to the Princess. Silver-green eyes followed the movement of the King and the resultant interaction with the planet's Princess.

As the woman stepped back into full view once more, Caid allowed his gaze to track the length of her body before shifting back to the Queen. Patiently, he waited for the Princess to initiate her departure before Caid resumed his conversation with the Queen. "The legacy of my ancestors are alive and well on Endelaan. However, it is my desire to develop a greater, more intimate understanding for the origins of my family. Sadly, I cannot do that exclusively from Endelaan. If I am to one day be expected to rule over a society of warriors and sorceresses, then it is my duty to have a firm working knowledge of that which I do not master."

Holding out his arms to the side slightly as if to indicate his entire being, the Sith Lord continued. "After all, what sorceress would ever have me if I know nothing of the lifestyle from which they ultimately descend."

It was not until he finished speaking to the Queen, that he offered Cersei a mental reply. I very much do desire, Princess. Very. Much.

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[Cersei Moirae]

Given her disregard to play by their rules, Toren's lips twisted into a sneer. It was faint and faded nearly as quickly as it had arrived.

The Endelaan Warriors moved efficiently, flanking her sides, just a little behind an albeit smaller frame, as opposed to trailing directly behind. She regarded them as she would her own, even accommodating them in pace that was more natural to their larger size. Of the gathered pool of people assembled, the center moved quickly to grant the Princess and Centurion warriors a...wide berth. They had nearly made it to the massive expanse of doors carved from the cherished Ninnuk tree, when snippets of what the Prince spoke last caused the woman to slow and glance over her lightly adorned shoulder with the slightest narrow of her gem-like eyes.

We will speak of your insolence later, beloved daughter of Malagarr, the King's true demeanor crackled over her title bestowed upon by her late Father.

Not a second later did the telepathic reply of their guest reach her and she swallowed lest she stagger with the potency of a single word. The distraction though...earned him a point and took one. It saved the King from her wrath which was both a blessing and pain. Until then, Cersei replied.

It took a breath or two before she snatched her gaze from where she had stood moments before and made her exit. The halls were wide, dressed in the deep violets and reds against a deep gray backdrop and bark of the same dark tree to accent with banisters and moldings. Various pictures of past royalty and panoramic paintings of previous battles were strung on the wall. The Moirae family portrait loomed just feet away where they would turn, revealing a younger fresh-faced Cersei and siblings with the same near-raven hair; it was only their eyes that differed, the youngest of them having a gaze far lighter. She glanced up as they passed and shook her mass of russet strands. Further down the hall to the Western wing, it opened up and a seating area came into view with three rooms on each respective side. Steps from that, a veranda.

Turning to them then, she spoke for the first time since leaving the Hall, "They are all furnished and vacant and yours to chose during your stay. Each room is with a refresher, but should you require more comfort, the bathhouse is just through those doors and past the stables," Cersei paused when she pointed, furrowing her brow..."I am only just down the hall should you need any further assistance. The kitchen is open..." wincing, a small hand came to press at her forehead, "forgive me...I haven't done this in quite some time. Would you like anything to eat? Otherwise, dinner will be served in two hours."

Cersei looked sheepish and upon realization, she straightened. "You can speak to me..." The group of Endelaanians had said nothing at first and shared glances even. As if she were speaking a foreign language. The Princess looked between the group quizzically and a small bout of laughter erupted.

"Thank you, Princess. This does us well and we will join you for dinner at that hour."

A short nod accompanied, "Very well."

With the small amount of hospitality in motion, the dark creature moved silently to her own quarters. It was there she was offered a reprieve once settled into the nook that overlooked the sprawling estate grounds. Golden pools swept over the fauna and finally settled upon the stables where the tame horses were being attended.

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"Wise words for someone...appearing so young," the Queen commented, "a perk of that bloodline, no? But please, our kingdom is yours to explore and we urge you to delve at your own leisure. We have much to learn from each other, Prince of Endelaan. That much we can agree on."

Zariss stepped back from her current position and nestled into her large chair and the King followed suit. "Our Council of Seers can show you to your room upon the need. Is there any other matters to discuss at the moment?"

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[Caid Centurion]

Caid clasped his hands behind his back once formality was out of the way. "Just one. Really, I merely wish to extend the invitation for you or one of your own to visit Endelaan. I think you will be...surprised by how much it has changed from the histories and legends that you no doubt retain here. It would certainly be my wish to one day see free interaction between our respective worlds, but I would not dare endorse such a thing without your acquiescence, Your Majesty." With a soft small, Caid raised his left hand. "Please. Do me the honor of taking all the time you need to ruminate on my offer. In the meantime, I will burden this great hall no further."

Taking a step back, Caid bowed politely before turning to depart. The Sith Lord had no intention of residing within the estate proper. As it stood, he was uncomfortable adorning any halls of power he had not yet earned. Further more, he was not entirely sure about residing in such close proximity to the Princess for their conversations. Certainly it would be easy for any sorceress to pry where they so desired, but he deemed much less likely if he retreated to his vessel. For the time being, he did not trust the inhabitants of Malagarr openly. Surely there would be at least some pocket of its civilization wary of the last time in recorded history that a warrior of his blood descended from the heavens without invitation.

His warriors, however, deserved to enjoy the comforts of hospitality. They had been forced to leave their home and family so often to escort Caid around the galaxy as of late, that he owed them at least a week's respite. Certainly the...scenery of Malagarr could provide them with what they required.

Opting merely to walk, Caid's return to the Nightstalker took a slight bit longer. When he arrived, Caid did not bother to go inside. Instead, he grasped part of the alien-looking fuselage and vaulted himself up to the very top of the vessel. Standing calmly, his silver-green gaze roamed the horizon as a light breeze caused the fabric of his cloak to flutter on the wind. In time, he allowed his eyelids to slide downward. Reaching out into the ether of the Force, he sensed for the now familiar presence of the Princess. Even at distance, it seemed to burn rather brilliantly in his mind's eye. Princess...my vessel on the outskirts of the estate might make a more suitable location for...private conversation. Leave my warriors as they are.

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[Cersei Moirae]

Cersei.

The request of her presence by the Queen or King was otherwise disregarded and the stretching of her silence would be answer enough to the both of them. Though this all had cultivated from the sorceress' desire for knowledge of the beyond- something she had been robbed from- even though that it meant growth for their people, Cersei knew she would be punished for it. Their shared rule was about...ruling, about dominance and less about the survival of a people.

Her sight was not as narrow as the rulers, however.

That much was apparent, she'd snorted and crooked a finger to unhinge the window to feel the breeze that rustled the tops of the tropical treeline. The Princess' gaze pushed past the near vegetation and spilled to a distant waterfall, drowning her senses in the sudden rush of liquid hitting stone. A sensation so strong, she could feel the coolness of the water that pooled at its base and breathe in the scent of the jungle surrounding it. Cersei allowed herself this much.

The time that had passed was of ill importance and she found herself drifting on the waves of the Force, allowing the tension to dissipate. It was her shoulders that sunk first when she let slip a sigh and moved from the small haven that was solely hers. Small hands pushed up from the pillow beneath her when she came to her feet and strolled to the wardrobe. She had stared into the mirror attached to it briefly before exposing the contents within. Nimble fingers were brushing the various fabrics when his voice slid through her thoughts as if...belonging there. More curious, Cersei known it to be coming. Anticipated it.

It would be a slow reply though, as she decided to dress before even conversing with the alien Prince. The particular choice slipped over her more buxom frame, revealing less than the previous as far as the amount of skin available to the eye and tied at the side. It was chosen more for comfort as the fabric breathed better in Malagarr's weather and was of a thin, white woven fabric that crawled past her knees.

The Princess heeded his advice and left the Warriors as they were.

With the click of the door pressing back into place, Cersei left to what felt like... she couldn't put a finger on the familiarity of it. Which could have been another way of saying, incredibly daft of her. The same breeze from her window furled the hair at her nape, lifting the heavy dark russet waves as she moved closer. Cersei had wanted to feel an unease, a warning, but the further she ventured to [member="Caid Centurion"] , nothing of the sorts echoed of malicious intent.

When he had first appeared physically, she watched curiously from a distance.

Prince of Endelaan.

 

[Caid Centurion]

Caid sniffed at the air as his mind quieted. There was no response from the Princess by the time the rains in the semi-distant jungle had seemed to shift, arcing along an odd path closer to his present location. Casting his bright, glowing gaze skyward, Caid had half a mind to impart his will upon the nature of Malagarr. There was no point to it, but he could afford the expenditure of energy. The surprisingly intricate task of overcoming nature required focus and patience. Perhaps the simple act would help to quiet the wordless voice that raged in his mind.

No sooner had the thought occurred to him than the sense of her approach touched his mind. The moment it had, the parting thoughts of his ancestor seemed to echo in his mind.


Guard that which you view most precious with care, child. You will find acceptance, but it may not be in a manner which you would expect.


Caid elected to muse on the cryptic statements of dead relatives at a later date. If the writings of his father were of any indication, Maximus and Boadicea were certainly known for the games they played upon the galaxy, family included.

A crack of thunder pushed the Sith Lord back to the present. Turning casually at the feeling of the Princess' voice softly reaching into his mind, Caid walked towards the rear of the Nightstalker. Standing atop the massive Infiltrator, Caid looked down at Cersei's form. She seemed so diminutive from his vantage point. In most situations, Caid was comfortably to look, pushing aside that which did not aid him in accomplishing any goal. With the Princess before him, the sensation was inexplicably different.

The beating of the rains upon the nearby violet waters did little to stay the Sith's next actions. He would not drop to the surface, to the level upon which she stood. Instead, Caid extended his right hand. The gesture was simple, but the Princess would feel the Force moving around her before the next words ever reached her mind.

Will you join me for a time, Princess?

Through the Force, the Sith Lord manipulated the intense concentration around her body to levitate the Malagarr native from the ground, setting her on a steady trajectory to the top of the Daisya-class Infiltrator.

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[Cersei Moirae]

Under normal circumstances, the sorceress would have fought. This had proved to be anything other than and instead of pushing against the power Caid harnessed, the woman offered her compliance when her bare feet rose from the maroon sands. His actions continued to snare her curiosity, even as she rose further into the air.

From the height currently obtained, Cersei's eyes unabashedly took in her newer surroundings. The coming storm shown in her golden depths, the deep amethyst of the water near glittered when her sight swept. While she had often soared to the brazen skies with the eyes of the birds, this proved to be a different experience. The unfettered beauty of it all causing her mouth to tilt into a small smile.

Time is of...little consequence...

The soft soles of her feet touched the warm metal of his ship and upon landing there, she peered down as if to study it. The feel of it was strange and the slight purse of her soft lips revealed as much. "Hmmm..." she announced softly before her liquid gaze drew up from where he currently stood. In that too, she studied curious of the man before her. Cersei was no stranger to being of notice to the male variety, nevertheless, it drew from her a meekness in this instance. One that was reserved for fair few that knew her well enough.

As if to quiet the beating of her heart- even though the pace was normal...it sounded off louder in her ears, "Why Malagarr? Why now?" Moving closer, and albeit away from the edge, the sorceress blinked long dark lashes when her pools settled on the hard lines of his face and then the brightness of his eyes. "What would bring a Prince across..." suddenly pausing, she reached back to the night of Aliir, remembering..."the Galaxy to our best kept secret?"

[member="Caid Centurion"]​

 

[Caid Centurion]

The dark-skinned foreigner lowered his hand slowly to his side in concert with the padded arrival of the Princess of Malagarr. As he'd had the opportunity to fully evaluate her presence more than once now, his bright gaze remained focused on the delicate features of her face. For a time, he entertained himself attempting to discern how much she had seen, done in her life. Was her youthful appearance that of one that had lived several lifetimes, or was she as new to this current galaxy as he was...despite the actual date of his birth.

The first couple of comments she made passed without any discernible response from the Sith Lord. Caid had, for sure, seen beauty before. He had even interacted with it on an intimate level, a nod to his literal humanity. There had never been much in the way of curiosity, however, before that very moment.

Why Malagarr?

The foreign Prince supposed the Princess had not been present for that conversation with her...Queen. As the melodic sound of the Sorceress' voice subsided, Caid offered a very uninsightful response. "Knowledge." It was true if only in a rudimentary form. A rustle of fabric rippled between the subtle space between them as the Sith Lord heaved his large shoulders enough to shrug off his flowing cloak. Taking a step forward, Caid effectively closed the remainder of the distance between himself and Cersei.

Affixing the garment, over-sized on her smaller frame, around Cersei's shoulders, the Sith Lord pulled up the hood just enough to cover her dark hair. In that moment, intense rain seemingly leaped from the waters nearby and began pounding out a staccato rhythm on the hull of the infiltrator. Whether the abrupt shift had been nature or some...manipulation, was neither important nor clear. Gently, Caid reached a non-threatening hand inside of the hood that now adorned Cersei's face. Lightly, he brushed a thumb against the side of her cheek.

The gesture was tender more out of respect than anything else. Or so the Sith Lord told himself. The instant skin came into contact with softer skin, memories, thoughts, and conversations were transferred. His interaction with a mystical creature from Phindara. Maximus' brief outreach from beyond the veil of death. The shape and form of his father dictating so much of a life that Caid had never known, would never know, truly. It was a synopsis of the events that had transpired to bring him to Malagarr. In the very end...was the definitive illustration of her particular presence calling to him across time and space in one manner or another.

Caid could no better explain much of it than she could likely interpret on her own. Then again, only one of them was the Sorceress; gifted with the sight, the knowledge to interpret.

Insofar as anyone could truly interpret the will of the Force.

Slowly, Caid withdrew his hand as the stream finished, blinking away a modicum of water that had begun to collect in his eyes as it had over the rest of his exposed upper torso.

[member="Cersei Moirae"]