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Where the Wind Blows [Niflheim/Toshiko]
Mon Nov 14, 2016 8:35 pm
ENTER THE DEPTHS
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The elect grumbled from her office in the middle of one of the congressional buildings in the city of light. This particular office faced the wind that had been blowing through the open window. Her hair being blown about while she sat there lounging on the window’s ledge a book in hand and her silver eyes gazing longingly across the sea. Often she thought about antarctica of the frigid regality that lay in it’s frozen tundra’s. Of the ferocious land-locked predators that lurk beneath the layers of ice in underground caverns. All of it had been home for her, and was she homesick? Yes, yes she was. There wasn’t a day that went by that she wasn’t homesick, that she wasn’t wishing that they had been able to remain in that home a little while longer. However she also had no qualms with her decisions, the ones that led them to this quincy city. Often she had paperwork, or other things to do these days, when in the old vandenreich all she did was bolster the ranks, suggest and lead, the paperwork had been the emperor’s ungodly headache. Now it was her ungodly headache.
Yet her day wasn’t about to be ruined by a stack of devil-spawn born papers! Nay! She wished for something more and this was why she had utilizing the RCS communicated with the sentries outside her room with a single, authoritative yet polite command that would be easy to understand and straight to the point.
”Please let miss Toshiko know that i wish to see her.”
The command was given out and the elect refused to tidy herself up, to put on a facade in which she let the quincy people see. Sure there was something ethereal about seeing her her skin radiating the suns light as if she was made of moonrock, soft luminous and mysterious however she continued to lounge her poise impeccable even when flipping absently through the pages of a good book this book was an ancient classic from america in the year 2014 or so, a good book even if it was considered to be young adult. Turning over the frayed cover she could just barely make out the title which was ”A Court Of Roses And Thorns, by Sarah J Maas” the book to her was fascinating. To think of how the humans had thought of a way to convey their imagination in a world that was entirely different from her own. She read about the elusive fae, and how a treaty had been struck with them to protect humanity from extinction. It was amusing because supernatural beings could be called fiction these days, authors didn’t write about them, they just simply existed.
It was this amusing thought that had the elect letting out a soft laugh, her eyes drifting up from the pages to watch some gulls which wobbled in unseen air currents riding them with a grace that you would associate for humans with a pro-surfer cresting a monstrous wave. This sight would most likely be the one to greet the captain whenever she came in, niflheim’s pale skin glowing against the light, her white hair undone and spilling across her shoulders while her silver gaze watched the clouds aimlessly, an open book balanced spine facing up on her left thigh.
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