Monthly Archives: September 2022
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Statements were made by individuals in turn collectively, synthesized by one mind and made more intelligible by another. There was no ratification; if it were to be heard, it could be worked on, and events were developing rapidly now from both and many sides.
we state /
/ existence that deserves acknowledgment
we claim /
/ the necessity of our presence in our realms
we assert /
/ that the time has come to return
There was a balance of impassioned histories and multifaceted perspectives, with agreement tradeoffs in power, autonomy, and etiquette. Arkuda lent to this er broadest perception, illumination on matters cast with one bright eye here, and there the other.
in such case as /
/ as in the moment requested
whether it may be said /
/ one or another is correct
in the eventuality /
/ of these realizations
In their dually propinquitous corner of interdimension, Arkuda’s tailtip scribbled glyphwork markings while Saga’s tail unscribbled them. In turn, Saga breath-spoke the contents with er unique excellence – in a way that made more sense, put things in perspective, and tied them all together into a complete experience of understanding. There was scarcely an omission of transformation, nor ego, and the information was put together in the way that it should.
in our experience /
/ in dealings with the Pan-Galactic Imperium
we have seen /
/ time pass beyond abhorrences
it must be such /
/ in order to be allowed and accomplished
as to such stipulations /
/ regarding each other’s presence
when it is desirable /
/ to interact
Others among the unaffiliated Dragons were receiving Saga’s compositions, and crafting transmissible glyphs for their possible communications through boundaries. It was real time from outside time, hopefully in time.
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This is something that this ancient Dragon had never done before, one eye on the Fray and one eye in the Tabula Rasa, lending an ear to both, scribbling glyphs with a tailtip. Even a life as long as this continues to be interesting. In this moment, Arkuda shared an actual physical place with Saga on a planet, while they both hosted the same corner of the Tabula Rasa where they related with other unaffiliated Dragons. Arkuda split er perception between the Kao-Sidhe lawyer-pundits and the exiled Red Nexus Dragons inhabiting a separate part of the plaine, brazenly willing to talk with the newly unaffiliated ex-Councillor.
Arkuda had done it this time – signed off from the Viridian Phasing and gone out into the unaffiliated universe, leaving the Pan-Galactic Imperium. This held the best possible likelihood of brokering some form of resolution, so ‘e went to see if ‘e could find it where ‘e hadn’t yet dared go. It all came together, in that moment, when crossing into that zone. Found those of good connection, those who would open the way, who had been thinking similar thoughts. They were here and as ready as Arkuda for whatever would happen next.
These worlds were different; these worlds also deserved presence. The unaffiliated Dragons had been variously welcoming in areas of the Tabula Rasa. When Saga offered assistance with structured communication, it was a crowning benediction that gave Arkuda full motivation of pursuit. Depending on the outcome, this could be the last thing the Dragon sunlight ever does for the Pan-Galactic Imperium; a love letter, a farewell note, one last try for people Arkuda had been aiding for an age or two. This Dragon had often grown fond of people that love working with er, again thinking back to the folk that named er a dog-horse.
A thought sketch in my dedicated story journal with my left-handed mirror writing showing through the page; a type draft snippet; and some uncut dollhouse fanart prints. All for you, my loves.
118.3 \ 310
Pliskin nodded carefully as he accepted the chip from Princess Soleil. “Mm-hm. Okay.” He was giving her plenty of credit. He wasn’t there to make argument or take control; he didn’t need to in order to get something, because she was here to give something. If they exited this situation in one piece, that would be good. “A few of the properties I’m dealing in may have immediate market impacts that reach you, wherever you might be. I am very pleased to meet you, Princess Ascendant Soleil, Magus. You can call me Ravl, or Pliskin, or The Ravl Pliskin. Would you like to let me know if there is any weight of interest related to your endeavors?”
Soleil took a pause to assess the invitation, and decided that divulging a fragment might give her an ace in the hole, somewhere along the way. “Vibrational sciences,” she said.
Just then, an unexpected sight greeted them at the windows. A small riderless vehicle unlike any in human manufacture bobbed in the air outside the top floor of the building, where it could get their attention. Though it looked as if it were trying to blend in, it also flashed its name repeatedly in its outward display.
“Moonshadow!” exclaimed Soleil. “Oh, wow – can we get this… buddy, somewhere safe…?”
“This is your buddy?” asked Pliskin, curiosity strongly piqued.
“This is my mount,” answered the Princess. Karma nodded to Ravl.
“And you,” he addressed to Karma, “also know her buddy?” Karma nodded again. “And I… could meet this friend of yours.” His thoughts worked quickly. “There’s a balcony on the other wall, with slide-open panels. It could scooch right in.”
“Onto the tile?” Soleil shrugged off her own consideration; Moonshadow floats, and didn’t look dirty. “It is intelligent,” she said with a tone of caution, “and well behaved.”
“Good, good. Yes,” was the reply. With a flutter of breezes, Moonshadow made a polite entrance, turning on its rainbow lights when it came inside.
“You can talk to it if you like. It is an it, according to it.” Soleil let Ravl have a mini freakout, exchanging pleased introductions with the vehicle. With a play of fondness over her face, the Princess unzipped her suit’s glove compartments, shook out the vacuumed control gloves and slipped them on. She walked up and laid glove to handlebar, and Moonshadow pulsed warmly. “You can explain later,” she said to the sled. To Pliskin, she said, “You have the information I’ve given you.” He nodded, and petted the machine where she gestured that he may pat. To Karma, she said, “I’ll go my own way from here. Thank you for being in touch.” She engaged the connections and awakened additional systems. Soleil rolled out the hood in the suit, got it form fitted over her head, extended the hardening visor and pulled it down. She turned on the Vedani suit’s chameleon camouflage. Against the sky, she looked slightly transparent and reflective, a fully covered and essentially invisible rider. “Let’s go, Moonshadow my friend.” Out through the opened section doors, they flew together.