W A N D E R E R
It was a long trip aboard the Brightfyre to Midvinter, a world on the other side of the Galaxy. Yet Valkoryen had little issue with fighting boredom, He in fact, had never been bored since He could remember. There was always something to do, always something to improve, always something to plan and prepare for. If it was the mere customs of a far-away world and its history or if it was intense meditation, He never lacked an occupation. The Epicanthix spent His time isolated from the rest of the crew and retinue, in a deep state of subconsciousness. Hovering several inches above the deck, dressed in a simple tunic and pants, otherwise barefooted, the man had His eyes closed and arms extended with the palms upwards.
The currents of the Force were difficult to navigate, more challenging to understand unless one succumbed to madness or delusion. Valkoryen was attuned, He was calm and steered His mind to flow with the Force. Lacking any connection or sense for time, He spent almost the entire journey in this state and mere hours before arrival that would change. A spasm, a rupture, His hands clenched into fists after minutes or hours of His expression hardening, tensing. The serenity was suddenly swept away by something, not only Him but everyone on the ship felt His reaction, it even made the reactor skip a beat. Yet He did not fall or lose concentration. Slowly He returned to the floor and opened His eyes. Golden and bright they offered the briefest of moments an insight into the otherwise enigmatic mind: concern.
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The ship of Valkoryen had entered the orbit in the upper atmosphere. It was from here already that the beauty of Midvinter was nearly overwhelming, the clear air, the snow covered mountain ranges, lakes like mirrors in between. It was a strangely calming and beautiful paradise.
While Valkoryen was not immune or blind to the beauty of nature, He was pragmatic as well. Ideally, both were able to go hand in hand as Zakuul was showing. Billions lived in the hive-towers reaching beyond the clouds and the rural regions were virtually untouched, left as they were while the inside of the monolithic structures were bright, light, green and clean. He found Himself marveling at the same here. It was a long time since He had visited the world and He would make it as useful and joyful as the occasion allowed.
Anyone in Heavenheim if looking into the sky would notice a dark dot growing larger, not as fast as a shuttle would be but certainly swift. And it was moving, as in, organically. The closer the dot came, the more detail became visible. Massive wings carried a large dark creature, from the distance it was difficult to determine the bright and dark spots, but upon getting closer it seemed the dark were the actual skin and scales, while the gold were parts of armour.
With a mighty SWOOOOOSH the wings nearly clapped to brake the nearly freefall from the skies, the Arkanian Dragon performing a rather perfect landing on the fields outside of the city. He was massive, black scales with a red taint, eyes which were seemingly made of fire, he was more massive than many tanks and shuttles and on his back carried a figure dressed in similar golden armour and red robes who smoothly jumped off the back.
Valkoryen's long black hair was flowing in the winds of the beautiful world, a circlet rather, a laurel wreath holding them together as He patted the scales of Vaexann who seemed strangely at ease, observing the unknown in front. But so was his rider. It was meant to be an easy meeting, an encounter of minds and benefits, not cold steel.