A Clear Meeting, Maybe. [P]

Subject: A Clear Meeting, Maybe. [P] Sat Oct 25, 2008 8:13 pm

[P for Gods~!]
The moon shinned clear from the main stain glass window and against the marble floor the image of snow and ivy shinned because of the moon. The weather was beautiful and it had to be say that this cold season was one of the woman's favorite for reason unknown. Maybe it was because she enjoyed the chilly weather or maybe it was because of personal reasons that remained secret. Her lips pressed together as all the problems she had to think about. There was way too much for her to think of now and it bothered her from her toes to the very roots of her light chocolate hair. Dark lashes pressed against each other as a thin, long fingered hand pressed against cold cheeks. It was rather cold in her home today and it didn't bother her bare skin in the least. The blood beneath her skin boiled with everything in her mind, so why would she ever be cold? Her feet moved in a quick pace as she pushed open the great doors to her throne room. Her white slipper pressed softly against the carpet that lead across the long room as she almost ran tot he other side. Her body fell quickly and her hands grasped the sides of the large, cold throne. The faint feeling attacked below her cheeks and made them heat up as she slowly slide her thin form into the large throne.

Pulling her legs to her chest and letting her chin rest on chin, she fixed her long white dress to cover her feet once again. Her eyes slides close tight once again as she leaned her head more into her knees. She had too much on her mind and it was enough to send the poor woman off her rocker. Her lips pressed roughly together and she ignored any sounds around her. She was waiting for someone. She did not care if he saw her this way since her mind was plagued so horribly. He had to come or she would go there and make him listen. You did not want to mess with this high Goddess when such things were bothering her. It was not something to completely bother the woman to no end but it was enough. She wished him to hurry since she had written that she would wish to speak to him this night. She was hoping that he would not deny her this time.

Seraphina really did not need anything like that now. She was the old one it seemed to the law of Gods, though still young compared to the mighty holders of the elements. It was enough to send your mind tumbling when you had to think about being the one to keep them in line. She feared something though did not speak it aloud until she had the other that she requested to speak to her here. Maybe she was foolish and truthfully the young high Goddess wished that to be nothing but true. She wished nothing else but that to be true. Letting off a slow, churning sigh, she slid her face more into the fabric of her dress as short strands of hair slide to cover her forehead. A soft cough left her lips as well as something that sounded like maybe a sob. Something had to be plaguing the woman bad.

It was not everyday when crying could be heard from the throne room, hopefully.

Subject: Re: A Clear Meeting, Maybe. [P] Mon Oct 27, 2008 3:16 pm

Floating gently in his meditation chambers, the monk pondered questions of the past and of existence. His own heritage came across his enlightened mind. Where had the great wyrms known as ancient dragons come from? When one thought of mystic reptiles, they imagined great fire-breathing monsters, destroying without any care. In truth, there were many dragons to correspond with the many elements, and not all of them evil. First came the Chromatic: the mighty reds, majestic whites, brilliant blues... they were evil. Then there were the Metallic: The noble golds, the wise silvers, the brave coppers. And then came the lesser heard of dragons, the Gems, dragons of balance. Gabriel came from such a wyrm, a sapphire known as Ilzenkarmalkuth.

A mental time went off in the monk's head, and he unfolded from his meditative position, eyes opening slowly. He was now to go to a meeting with is counterpart, Seraphina, Goddess of spirits. She had sent a summon requesting his presence, and the appointed hour was upon him. Reaching within his mind, a shimmering blue gateway opened, a gateway to his destination.

Stepping through the dimensional door, the half-dragon deity stood now before the doorway to the throne room of the Celestial haven. Raising one hand, he pushed through the portal and continued on his way to the one who needed him. He had heard her sobbing and a twang of worry rose up within him. "My dear, what is it that drowns your demeanor in such sorrow? What is it that calls your heart to such a dark place? What brings such clouds over your mind?" Gaberiel's voice struck a strange dual tone, a humble, light voice of an elf to a deep, resonating baritone of a dragon.

The monk wore traditional robes of white and silver, his face calm. Gabe's skin shone with a light blue hue, but no claws or scales could be seen. Sharp teeth hid behind his lips as his blue eyes looked to his counterpart with a heart full of sincerity.