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 Λяαη Ѧ. Иισϻιιa f a l l e n a n g e l A Q U A R I O N o n eLooking at the night sky on Earth and looking at the night sky on the Astral Plane are two very different things. On Earth, you can see the stars, and, if you are in an area with no light pollution, you can see the colors of the stars, and the band that is the Milky Way Galaxy. To see the night sky on the Astral Plane is something that almost cannot be described. Few humans that have taken the time to gaze up at the sky while there will compare it to the work of art Starry Night, made by the artist Vincent Van Gogh. The sky is a work of arts in itself, bands of every color gas imaginable weaving between distant stars and nearby planets and moons, only interrupted by streams of energy flowing freely. It is a truly amazing sight to behold, and can inspire great emotions in one who is a stranger to the Astral Plane.
However, when a young girl such as Aquarion Vrklyian would stare out into the endless expanse of space, she felt nothing awe-inspiring rise within her. It was magnificent, but then again, it was the only sky she had known since the time of her birth. But that did not stop her from gazing at it with her different-colored eyes from the skylight that was directly above her bed. It was almost a ritual for her to look at the sky before she rested, recounting the events of the day, and planning for the events to take place tomorrow. Her mind would wander out into those galaxies and stars and planets, the gears that made her mind work churning away before she shut her eyes to sleep.
To do such as thing was probably something strange for a girl who appeared no more than seven, but then again, she was unusually mature for her age. She had heard the term “mentally old” from her family and friends for as long as she could remember, which was quite some time. After all, celestials had better memory than that of a human.
Sitting up in her bed, the small girl stretched her arms, uncomfortable with the position that she had laid down in. While her physique was similar to that of a humans, she seemed strangely alien, the most notable fact being the pair of silvery feather wings that sprouted from her back, shifting as she did as if they were just another part of her (which they were). Slipping out of bed, she curled her toes against the cold, stone floor, before looking around for her slippers with different-colored eyes: the right being a bright cyan, the left being a deep violet. They focused on a dark corner which contained the slippers she was seeking out, matching the plain white sleeping dress she wore. The cloth slippers flew over to her, and she stepped into them before leaving her large room, trotting down the corridor towards a specific destination.
As she walked through the well-lit halls, her gaze darted about, as if making sure no one was following. It was a necessary precaution: she was supposed to be fast asleep already, and here she was wandering the halls. Occasionally, she would switch from walking to flying, but she generally avoided doing that as well (something else she wasn't allowed to do in the house).
Slinking around the corner, the child went into a large room, which appeared to be a living room of some sort. It was mostly unoccupied, save for a figure looming over a book in a large chair. Seeing the figure, Aquarion dove behind another chair, hoping the person wouldn't see, but it was too late.
“Aquarion Nox Vrklyian.” The man spoke, his voice a deep baritone. At the sound of her full name being spoken, the young winged girl poked her head up, staring at him blankly. The figure stood, revealing himself to be a tall celestial such as herself, long raven hair tied up. His eyes, a bright, luminescent green, fixated themselves on the little girl. “What are you doing up?”
Creeping out from her would-be hiding spot, the little girl trotted over to her father, her long, silver hair trailing behind her. “I could not sleep, father.” Her voice was calm and mature for someone of her age, but she knew that it wasn't good for her to be up so late. A small frown creased the lips of Zaemon Vrklyian, but he wasn't really that mad at her.
“Come here.” She followed his order and walked up to him, and he picked her up, letting the child rest on his shoulder. “You are extremely lucky; your mother went to sleep only a little while ago. She would have scolded you.” The small child's blank expression then turned into that of a grin, delighted with her mischief.
“I be lucky, then.” Aquarion commented, looking down at her father with mismatched eyes while poking his beard. “What were you doing up, father?” With a sigh, he sat down in his chair once more, putting his daughter on his lap.
“Paperwork, unfortunately,” He informed his daughter, his emerald eyes resting on the looming pile of papers that were dumped on his desk. “One of the downsides of being a commander of a status such as mine is the large amount of paperwork that I am responsible for.” He smiled, looking at his daughter once more. “But it's a part of my job, so I must do it.” Aquarion stared up at him, her gaze unblinking and unfazed. Then she slipped off his lap, running over to the desk.
“I'll help organize them.” Hopping into his desk chair, she began to rummage through the papers, placing them in piles. Zaemon watched his daughter with a small smile, knowing that she wasn't being childish, and actually knew exactly what she was doing. It wasn't the first time she appointed herself his secretary; she had done it many times before, and each time she had done an excellent job. He walked over to her, his smile widening.
“You know,” He said as he picked the small silver-haired girl up again. “One day, you're going to become an amazing general. I can see it now. Aquarion, High General of the Celestial Army.” The small girl giggled, proud of her father's praise.
“That means that you're not allowed to let yourself get killed, father,” She informed him curtly, folding her tiny arms. “Because you have to see me get there.”
“Of course I will,” He told her.
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
“AQUARION NOX VRYKLIAN.” The father and daughter turned to see a stunning woman with extremely light blue hair staring them. She looked like a goddess, but an angry one, and her violet eyes fixated on the small girl in her husband's arms. Aquarion jumped free from her father's grasp, hiding behind a chair.
“Yes, mother?” She asked, peeking her head out ever-so-slightly, her tone calm despite knowing how much trouble she was in. Kilnara looked at her daughter furiously, but the anger disappeared with an exasperated sigh.
“I swear, what am I going to do with you?” She exclaimed, walking into the room and flopping into a chair. “You never sleep.” Aquarion emerged from her fall back point, walking over to her mother and playing with her amazingly long hair.
“It's hard to sleep.” The heterochromatic informed her mother curtly. “I don't know why, but I just can't.”
“Insomnia?” Zaemon suggested, walking over to the other two.
“Whatever it is, it doesn't change the fact that you still need to sleep every once and a while,” The elder female informed her child with another sigh. “And Felor, hiding around the corner isn't going to keep me from noticing you. Come on out.” After a moment's pause, another child emerged from the shadows and joined them. Felor looked at his family sheepishly, knowing he had been caught eavesdropping. His own dark gray hair was not as long as the rest of his family's hair, his only going just beyond his shoulders, but his eyes were the same as his little sister's. He walked over, standing next to Aquarion.
“Sorry,” He muttered, looking down at the floor to avoid eye contact. “Couldn't help it.”
“Of course you couldn't,” Kilnara informed her son. “You're too much like your father!” It was then the father's turn to look embarrassed, but Felor and Aquarion just exchanged looks and then burst out laughing. Kilnara and Zaemon joined in, and all four were laughing for a good few minutes before the children were dismissed back to their beds. Aquarion walked with her brother through the hall, until they both reached their separate rooms.
"Goodnight, dear elder brother." She told him with a sweeping bow, her long hair spilling off her shoulders.
"Goodnight, dear younger sister." He replied with equal eloquence. The two went into their respective rooms, shutting their doors behind them. Aquarion crawled back into her bed, staring up into the night sky of the Astral Plane once more. After what seemed like forever, her eyes began to grow heavy, and shut as sleep rolled over her like a blanket. Maybe she'd get some sleep after all.
 Insanity Renaissance · Wed Jun 01, 2011 @ 09:38pm · 0 Comments |
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