Tshael
01-29-08, 12:53 PM
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Trees are the earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.
-Rabindranath Tagore
The roads of Radasanth were calling for blood. They had been, from the moment the first flames licked at the sides of the Silver Pub. When the bar was in rubble, nothing but charcoaled sticks of timber and smoldering rock, Corone itself was weeping with despair. It had never been a mere building. When Tshael had emerged from the wilderness, so ignorant of anything but her horror and dread of a home she had so hastily left, the Silver had been standing. It had been old then, patched areas of floorboard creaking comfortably as her hooves had strode across it for the first time.
When Nashiara had taken it from her, she had taken it from the land, from the heritage that was the nation of Corone. Now, coming up the road - which saw much less use than it used to - the clatter of two hooves as they stuck against all the stones hidden in the dirt road. The sunlight fell on red locks, long curls that seemed to glow like fire in the noonday sun. Her eyes were burnished gold - dirty and dark with her anger as she looked upon the hill that once would have been graced with the silhouette of the Pub.
The ground was shaking now, a bare trembling growl as she started to climb up the road that would lead her to the grounds. Death was still strong on the wind, glass crunching under her steps where it had been thrown from the force of exploding alcohol. When she crested the hill, looking on the heaping masses of what had been most of the metal and stone in the building, her rage really grew, a fire fed with the fuel of memories that would never be regained. Her stance was solid, else she might have been thrown to her knees when the ground began to shake, throwing a fit in her stead. Deep ruts in the earth were torn even more around the hill, flowing like a wind of vengeance to the road. Murky water bubbled up from somewhere, desperately trying and failing to fill the gap in the earth that she was forcing even deeper still. Soil, debris and rock from the top of the hill started to shake it's way down, and she paid the trench no mind until she heard the distinct sound of rock striking against metal. She paused in her tearful surveillance of the land she owned, the Pub that was as ingrained in the history of this nation as much as any government building in Radasanth, and turned her cold gaze down to the rending of earth that her anger had torn.
For a long moment, all she could do was stare. There appeared to be a metal building down there, the edges of it's sides jutting through places where the earth had crumbled away from the ever expanding rip in the ground. Carefully, Tshael began to make her way around the tiny chasm, wonder filling her every movement. When she'd arrived at the other side. She leaned down over the edge, holding her breath when rock began to crumble under her left hand as it held her weight. with her right, she rapped against the metal with her knuckles, frowning at the hollow sound. It was a box, then, and not just a block. But what was inside? Before her fit had revealed it to her, there'd been no indication. Frowning, she turned, pulling away from the edge as she looked over the rest of the land that'd come with the Pub. It had been unused, herself having no interest in farming. Somewhere out there, was there a clue to this mysterious thing?
She walked for hours, until the noon sun was nothing but the golden light of near-twilight. Finally, when the sky was turning to colors of burning reds and deep purples, she found it. So unobtrusive in the tall grass that had long been cut, a simple metal doorway in the ground. It had been covered with dirts and loose leaves, weeds trailing the sides as they grew up over it, but it was still glinting between long blades of grass, waiting for something. Tshael felt it as she nudged at the sides, heard the call.
The screaming of Corone was enough to drive her back to Radasanth for the night, where the noise of the city could dampen the blood-curdling cry that continued to ring in her mind.
Trees are the earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.
-Rabindranath Tagore
The roads of Radasanth were calling for blood. They had been, from the moment the first flames licked at the sides of the Silver Pub. When the bar was in rubble, nothing but charcoaled sticks of timber and smoldering rock, Corone itself was weeping with despair. It had never been a mere building. When Tshael had emerged from the wilderness, so ignorant of anything but her horror and dread of a home she had so hastily left, the Silver had been standing. It had been old then, patched areas of floorboard creaking comfortably as her hooves had strode across it for the first time.
When Nashiara had taken it from her, she had taken it from the land, from the heritage that was the nation of Corone. Now, coming up the road - which saw much less use than it used to - the clatter of two hooves as they stuck against all the stones hidden in the dirt road. The sunlight fell on red locks, long curls that seemed to glow like fire in the noonday sun. Her eyes were burnished gold - dirty and dark with her anger as she looked upon the hill that once would have been graced with the silhouette of the Pub.
The ground was shaking now, a bare trembling growl as she started to climb up the road that would lead her to the grounds. Death was still strong on the wind, glass crunching under her steps where it had been thrown from the force of exploding alcohol. When she crested the hill, looking on the heaping masses of what had been most of the metal and stone in the building, her rage really grew, a fire fed with the fuel of memories that would never be regained. Her stance was solid, else she might have been thrown to her knees when the ground began to shake, throwing a fit in her stead. Deep ruts in the earth were torn even more around the hill, flowing like a wind of vengeance to the road. Murky water bubbled up from somewhere, desperately trying and failing to fill the gap in the earth that she was forcing even deeper still. Soil, debris and rock from the top of the hill started to shake it's way down, and she paid the trench no mind until she heard the distinct sound of rock striking against metal. She paused in her tearful surveillance of the land she owned, the Pub that was as ingrained in the history of this nation as much as any government building in Radasanth, and turned her cold gaze down to the rending of earth that her anger had torn.
For a long moment, all she could do was stare. There appeared to be a metal building down there, the edges of it's sides jutting through places where the earth had crumbled away from the ever expanding rip in the ground. Carefully, Tshael began to make her way around the tiny chasm, wonder filling her every movement. When she'd arrived at the other side. She leaned down over the edge, holding her breath when rock began to crumble under her left hand as it held her weight. with her right, she rapped against the metal with her knuckles, frowning at the hollow sound. It was a box, then, and not just a block. But what was inside? Before her fit had revealed it to her, there'd been no indication. Frowning, she turned, pulling away from the edge as she looked over the rest of the land that'd come with the Pub. It had been unused, herself having no interest in farming. Somewhere out there, was there a clue to this mysterious thing?
She walked for hours, until the noon sun was nothing but the golden light of near-twilight. Finally, when the sky was turning to colors of burning reds and deep purples, she found it. So unobtrusive in the tall grass that had long been cut, a simple metal doorway in the ground. It had been covered with dirts and loose leaves, weeds trailing the sides as they grew up over it, but it was still glinting between long blades of grass, waiting for something. Tshael felt it as she nudged at the sides, heard the call.
The screaming of Corone was enough to drive her back to Radasanth for the night, where the noise of the city could dampen the blood-curdling cry that continued to ring in her mind.