Aithne Charr
Heir of Fire
Kesh
The Capital City of Tahv, The Circle Eternal
0149 Galactic Standard Time
(Visual Reference)
Solan stood and stared at the stone warrior that had been reconstructed by a rather intricate artist on the planet, details as deep as the lines of the man's face etched and carved deep into the work that made Solan smiled every time he came out to this place. It was now a protected site, a place where life flourished and was let to be grown with the most easily touched of manners. Even now his hand outstretched and caused a vine that was growing too close to change course as to not disturb the statue in the future. "Exquisite none the less."
Few came by the Circle Eternal, mostly those whom need a quiet place but in the middle of the night with the stars and moons above Solan could not resist standing there under the sky. For a few moments his hand came up to grip a small pendant he had had fashioned in the form of a winged humanoid, praying silently at the loss of the woman whom he had lost long ago. Even now his daughter was becoming farther and farther from him and he was scared for her health. He needed a cure to save her, one that would not harm her in the end. If he hurt her in trying to save her he would never be able to correct such a mistake.
With a sigh his hand pushed the pendant back into his shirt and he rubbed his eyes, wondering if any such visitors found their way to Kesh and even more so to this rebuilt ancient garden.