a beggining is a time for making sure that the utmost balances are correct [closed]
[OOC: Bendy timed to two days before mission]
After a long day and night's worth of preparation (raiding the possessions lockers and office buildings for sugar, nuts and coffee, reducing the slop down to a powder that could be used as flour in engineering, trying, failing, trying again, failing again, and then finally coming up with something edible, extracting Spice from the sandtrout to make spice-tea, then finding two more grey office curtains and stitching together robes from them), Sheeana stood under the Ghariba tree, satisfied at her handiwork.
A card table stood to the side, offering plates of Baklawa...not the best example of the desert dessert, but it would have to do. A pitcher of hot spice-coffee (this 'instant' coffee lacked everything that made coffee bearable, but Spice would compensate, she thought) complimented it. The sun was as warm as it was going to get and the plant life hummed with her enthusiasm too. Sparkling dew poised at the end of each leaf and blade of grass.
The preparations were complete. Two new full time students. Acolytes and Sisters.
She remembered her own initiation. After four years of being worshipped as a holy child by Leto's priests, it was a humbling experience. Her twelve year old self had felt shaken to the very core. Like her initiates, she had taken the oath after her world was destroyed. She had left her old identity to submerge herself in this new thing.
How would Qhatara and Tess Lee experience it, she wondered as she waited for the initiates and guests to arrive.
After a long day and night's worth of preparation (raiding the possessions lockers and office buildings for sugar, nuts and coffee, reducing the slop down to a powder that could be used as flour in engineering, trying, failing, trying again, failing again, and then finally coming up with something edible, extracting Spice from the sandtrout to make spice-tea, then finding two more grey office curtains and stitching together robes from them), Sheeana stood under the Ghariba tree, satisfied at her handiwork.
A card table stood to the side, offering plates of Baklawa...not the best example of the desert dessert, but it would have to do. A pitcher of hot spice-coffee (this 'instant' coffee lacked everything that made coffee bearable, but Spice would compensate, she thought) complimented it. The sun was as warm as it was going to get and the plant life hummed with her enthusiasm too. Sparkling dew poised at the end of each leaf and blade of grass.
The preparations were complete. Two new full time students. Acolytes and Sisters.
She remembered her own initiation. After four years of being worshipped as a holy child by Leto's priests, it was a humbling experience. Her twelve year old self had felt shaken to the very core. Like her initiates, she had taken the oath after her world was destroyed. She had left her old identity to submerge herself in this new thing.
How would Qhatara and Tess Lee experience it, she wondered as she waited for the initiates and guests to arrive.