Post by Raika on May 27, 2018 23:21:42 GMT
Millions of pin-pricks of light speckled a sky of black velvet above a too-curved horizon, the night breeze cool and gentle. A massive white castle sat atop a cliff, overlooking an ocean. On the other side of the castle, forests and plains and automated orchards and farms stretched out towards hills and mountains beyond. Wandering the wilds were large game and smaller creatures, a fully working ecosystem transplanted and allowed to flourish, carefully maintained.
A cobblestone path led up to the castle, dwarfing even the greatest of mortally-built modern architecture, its highest towers tracing lines through the clouds, massive windows and balconies visible alongside smaller, more human-sized ones, many of which were glowing with warm light.
And deep within the bowels of this castle, its mistress kicked off from her wooden desk and spun in her office chair, long, sapphire hair swinging with the motion as she let momentum carry her, sapphire eyes absently scanning the many floating panels of chakra relaying information, diagrams, pictures, and live camera feeds that surrounded her. Military boots dropped down to stop the woman's momentum directly before one particular image, and she reached out to take the screen in hand and pull it close, sapphire eyes staring down the reflected memory of a massive black dragon over the wreckage of Kumogakure no Sato.
"...fifteen hundred years, huh...?"
Omoi sighed, flicking the screen back with the rest before tapping a panel on her desk to dismiss the screens, getting up and stretching before moving over to gently ruffle the hair of the other woman with her, a tired smile on her lips. "Tea?"
A cobblestone path led up to the castle, dwarfing even the greatest of mortally-built modern architecture, its highest towers tracing lines through the clouds, massive windows and balconies visible alongside smaller, more human-sized ones, many of which were glowing with warm light.
And deep within the bowels of this castle, its mistress kicked off from her wooden desk and spun in her office chair, long, sapphire hair swinging with the motion as she let momentum carry her, sapphire eyes absently scanning the many floating panels of chakra relaying information, diagrams, pictures, and live camera feeds that surrounded her. Military boots dropped down to stop the woman's momentum directly before one particular image, and she reached out to take the screen in hand and pull it close, sapphire eyes staring down the reflected memory of a massive black dragon over the wreckage of Kumogakure no Sato.
"...fifteen hundred years, huh...?"
Omoi sighed, flicking the screen back with the rest before tapping a panel on her desk to dismiss the screens, getting up and stretching before moving over to gently ruffle the hair of the other woman with her, a tired smile on her lips. "Tea?"