Don't be afraid of the dark.
Apr 9, 2020 20:28:46 GMT -5
Post by Oracle on Apr 9, 2020 20:28:46 GMT -5
The Vashta Nerada and Oracle had come to a truce over the last couple of months, an uneasy truce but still a truce none the less.
There had been stories of a planet that was a library as far as the eye could see. Oracle knew she'd find answers there, about her planet, about her people, hell even if Oracle didn't find any other mention of the term Varisnal in the entirety of the library to be the person who managed to live in harmony with the Vashta Nerada well that was a challenge Oracle was too stubborn to pass up.
She had started slowly; landing in the early morning but not leaving her tiny shuttle till the sun was high so the shadows would be few.
On the first day, she made a point not to stay very long but to stay visibly in the open so she was easily seen. The stories about the place had been readily available so the research had been easy enough to do, the library’s books had been made for the forests of the Vashta Nerada and they had retaliated.
That had given her an idea, what did people use to make paper, well at least humans in her experience, they used trees. Or well a pulp water mixer but that didn’t matter it gave her enough to work with.
Planet after planet she scoured looking for a type of tree the Vashta Nerada would take too, this time Oracle thought she’d found one they’d like. It was the closest thing this sector had to a proper cedar tree.
Throwing the last bit of dirt into the hole she’d dug Oracle looked up at the tree “You better work mate.” She said sticking the shovel into the ground. “Cause quite honestly I’m running out of options.” She said softly to herself looking at the rows of torn-up concrete with the dead to nearly dead trees placed randomly throughout the little area she’d found that was exposed to the elements.
“I'll be back in a day or two.” She said to the open air, she knew the Vashta Nerada were watching to some extent, due to the fact she could see slight movements within the shadows.
Moving the shovels handle a little before letting it go. Oracle reached down and grabbed her messenger bag, slinging it over her shoulder. “Welp.” She said to the open air then started heading back to her little shuttle.
There had been stories of a planet that was a library as far as the eye could see. Oracle knew she'd find answers there, about her planet, about her people, hell even if Oracle didn't find any other mention of the term Varisnal in the entirety of the library to be the person who managed to live in harmony with the Vashta Nerada well that was a challenge Oracle was too stubborn to pass up.
She had started slowly; landing in the early morning but not leaving her tiny shuttle till the sun was high so the shadows would be few.
On the first day, she made a point not to stay very long but to stay visibly in the open so she was easily seen. The stories about the place had been readily available so the research had been easy enough to do, the library’s books had been made for the forests of the Vashta Nerada and they had retaliated.
That had given her an idea, what did people use to make paper, well at least humans in her experience, they used trees. Or well a pulp water mixer but that didn’t matter it gave her enough to work with.
Planet after planet she scoured looking for a type of tree the Vashta Nerada would take too, this time Oracle thought she’d found one they’d like. It was the closest thing this sector had to a proper cedar tree.
Throwing the last bit of dirt into the hole she’d dug Oracle looked up at the tree “You better work mate.” She said sticking the shovel into the ground. “Cause quite honestly I’m running out of options.” She said softly to herself looking at the rows of torn-up concrete with the dead to nearly dead trees placed randomly throughout the little area she’d found that was exposed to the elements.
“I'll be back in a day or two.” She said to the open air, she knew the Vashta Nerada were watching to some extent, due to the fact she could see slight movements within the shadows.
Moving the shovels handle a little before letting it go. Oracle reached down and grabbed her messenger bag, slinging it over her shoulder. “Welp.” She said to the open air then started heading back to her little shuttle.
