The Remote Future So Near [Chiaki Kuroda]
Nov 20, 2018 21:47:58 GMT
Post by Cion on Nov 20, 2018 21:47:58 GMT
Just like the sprouting orchid she beheld, so was the growth of her organization mesmerizing her...
Amidst the often lush forests that surrounded the idyllic town of Rosewood, a well-known yet unintrusive soul had made the decision to meet another who shared her impetus. Late Autumn covered the digital realm, amber and burgundy mixing with the flora's typical colors of green and brown. The setting sun left this evening with a soft chill as an orange sheen veiled everything. It was an atmosphere many people, except those sensitive to the cold, considered pleasant and cozy. For Cion and her guest that was hopefully arriving soon, that appeared to be no different.
Lonely and quietly, the silver fennec sat at the edge of a glade's minor hillslope on a picnic blanket - checkered in white and red as it was customary. A beige basket resided in its middle, preserving the simple delicacies she had decided to bring to this leisure interview with, what she hoped to find, a new, treasured friend. Wholesome sandwiches, exquisite dainties and a few sweeties. Leaning against the open hamper were several thermos from which barely visible steam evaporated, carrying with them the scents of tea, coffee and hot chocolate. Whatever her acquaintances preferred, it was likely it was present.
For once, there was no uncertainty nor nervousness on the restrained Arniomon's heart. Past events and support had shown that her dream was far from unattainable. Neither was she alone with shouldering the woes and to date unused potential of this world and its inhabitants. Though having been unable to unite individuals with the same aspirations before, her independence from others and fervor finally began molding her into the visionary leader she had to serve as. Prudent, entrepreneurial, persevering and assertive. Only with these aspects would she be able to make the goodwill she had unavailingly attempted to establish actually become the status quo.
With the burden of what she perceived as misused eons no longer tearing at her conscience, Cion's aureate eyes were figuratively and literally capable on focusing on the future. So what better way was there to remind her of this newfound maxim of thriving than beholding a scion steadily blossoming into a beautiful flower? Taking in this symbolic representation of her own path and witnessing its delightful result granted her peace of mind seldom experienced.
Amidst the often lush forests that surrounded the idyllic town of Rosewood, a well-known yet unintrusive soul had made the decision to meet another who shared her impetus. Late Autumn covered the digital realm, amber and burgundy mixing with the flora's typical colors of green and brown. The setting sun left this evening with a soft chill as an orange sheen veiled everything. It was an atmosphere many people, except those sensitive to the cold, considered pleasant and cozy. For Cion and her guest that was hopefully arriving soon, that appeared to be no different.
Lonely and quietly, the silver fennec sat at the edge of a glade's minor hillslope on a picnic blanket - checkered in white and red as it was customary. A beige basket resided in its middle, preserving the simple delicacies she had decided to bring to this leisure interview with, what she hoped to find, a new, treasured friend. Wholesome sandwiches, exquisite dainties and a few sweeties. Leaning against the open hamper were several thermos from which barely visible steam evaporated, carrying with them the scents of tea, coffee and hot chocolate. Whatever her acquaintances preferred, it was likely it was present.
For once, there was no uncertainty nor nervousness on the restrained Arniomon's heart. Past events and support had shown that her dream was far from unattainable. Neither was she alone with shouldering the woes and to date unused potential of this world and its inhabitants. Though having been unable to unite individuals with the same aspirations before, her independence from others and fervor finally began molding her into the visionary leader she had to serve as. Prudent, entrepreneurial, persevering and assertive. Only with these aspects would she be able to make the goodwill she had unavailingly attempted to establish actually become the status quo.
With the burden of what she perceived as misused eons no longer tearing at her conscience, Cion's aureate eyes were figuratively and literally capable on focusing on the future. So what better way was there to remind her of this newfound maxim of thriving than beholding a scion steadily blossoming into a beautiful flower? Taking in this symbolic representation of her own path and witnessing its delightful result granted her peace of mind seldom experienced.