mahalakshmi: (• the blood is on your hands)
•maharani ([personal profile] mahalakshmi) wrote 2018-06-24 03:15 pm (UTC)

She nods in agreement. One last moment, to drop down to kiss her son on the forehead before she straightens, nodding to him to lead on. "Good, the Raj there owes my family a favour." She hoped, at least, that Nana would honour it.

But with it, she steps onto the vessel that they were to leave on, enough time now had to have passed that this still was not impossibly strange to be travelling in space in such a way. Trusting him and his pilots at least.

Because it's impossible to miss once they get there - the mountains are huge, mighty rocks jutting out of flat landscape, that one side gives way to greenery, the other is nothing but desert. A cusp, and impressively so.

But more so, she muses, when they see the fortress, she supposes as she waits to leave, getting herself ready for that strange feeling. Waiting for him and Taura, leaning forward to give them explanations they'll need. "Tonight will be Diwali, the city will be flood with light. Not even the UC dares deny us this day, so we ought to be able to slip in, procure transport, then leave before anyone even notices we have come."

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