<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ibb.co/tD3hg7M/starfire1.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong><strong>Koriand’r</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=304004.msg14848548#msg14848548)<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Monday 29th April 2019 – Midday<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Perth, Australia – ‘Lux’ carpark<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Tamaranean spacesuit (as pictured) paired with thigh-high, predominantly purple explorer boots (https://static.comicvine.com/uploads/scale_medium/11121/111217258/6672662-starfire_by_mystic_oracle_dazegt6-pre.jpg).<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Lucifer<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>---<br/><strong>Extra:</strong>Kori’s Spaceship (https://weburbanist.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/05/ferrari-spaceship-2.jpg)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>It did not escape Koriand’r’s notice that the humanoid anomaly did not reciprocate her Tamaranean gesture for a binding agreement. Whilst she would have liked to have seen him demonstrate an appreciation for her culture, as she had done for his; fortunately, her mind was soon preoccupied by her floating ship and the mending of the planet, as opposed to the mutual exchange of customs. Perhaps she would remember his reticence with the next cultural exchange, and encourage him more to participate next time to avoid repeated disappointment. In the wake of his revealed, extraordinarily unexpected abilities though, she had other more pressing matters to consider; such as, why did he seem to be amused by her questions? She certainly didn’t intend to be funny, but she could hear the gentle murmur of delight echoing through him and saw the spark of mirth in his levelled gaze.<em>One of a kind?</em>Her eyes narrowed, speculatively, but she understood that sentiment more than he realised. She too, was one of a kind. She was, after all, the only Tamaranean capable of projecting stored energy from her body (to her knowledge). Had he too, been tortured and tampered with? Was he a creation forged by intrigue and science? Perhaps she was jumping to misconstrued conclusions, but she proceeded to study him nonetheless. It was starting to sound more and more logical in her mind that he’d been birthed in the vast depths of space, having no planet to truly call ‘home’.<br/><br/>In spite of his inconclusive answer, Koriand’r sensed sincerity in his tone, and it was further reflected in the hand that was placed over her own. She<em>almost</em>blanched at his rude and patronising dismissal, her brows immediately lowering a notch whilst her stomach clenched with a sharpening irritation. How did he know she would not understand, if he didn’t give her a chance to try? Thankfully, to his credit, he rephrased himself and she gave him a second chance in return. In fact, she almost felt pity for him. How sad must it be, to feel like you do not even comprehend your own existence? Did he not know who his parents were? Had he been a miracle not of the womb, but of a glass test tube, propagated from the same stardust that defined all life within the universe, but without the loving union or two organic beings passing on their DNA? It sounded like the type of experiments the Psions would eagerly practice, and as the concept flourished in her mind, her confusion was overpowered by a far more sympathetic expression, accompanied by the smooth brush of her thumb across his cheek. She would have to get to the bottom of this mystery eventually, but it would be wrong of her to keep pursuing a question that he clearly wasn’t ready to answer yet. Everyone had their secrets, after all, and she had learned from other species that many individuals needed to build a vast amount of trust before they felt comfortable sharing their personal truths. Even then, the exchange of some secrets and hidden depths could never be guaranteed. Whilst her determination to uncover<em>his</em>truths didn’t waver, she realised now that her methods required a far more patient approach. Blame it on the excitement of meeting a new species, she reasoned to herself, with a soft smile. Perhaps, in time, his resistance would soften.<br/><br/><strong>“I will try not to pry any further until you are ready to tell me more,”</strong>she gently offered in tune with him taking a step back. None could say that the Princess of Tamaran was unreasonable, nor did she resist the very tender way that he retrieved her hand from his cheek. In fact, she gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, to silently communicate that she was not offended by him. On cue though, as he explained that she should deal with her ship, a faint buzzing in the distance piqued the orange alien’s attention. As she followed the guiding steps of the anomaly, her gaze lifted to the skies behind her, where she swore that the faint buzzing noise was getting louder.<strong>“That noise… is it you?”</strong>She asked with more genuine innocence this time, as she stopped several feet now from the former crash site, under the shade of the balcony overlooking the entrance to the building. Not even her enhanced vision could make out anything but clear skies and the occasional bird soaring overhead, but there was definitely something coming closer, which was all the more reason to act quickly.<br/><br/>Lifting her left arm, she tapped her fingertips against her bracer, activating a neon green, holographic interface to appear as a circular globe above her arm. Spinning the globe around, she masterfully tapped at various points which effectively input a series of commands. At once, her ship hummed to life again, floating off the ground for a mere handful of seconds, until it suddenly launched itself directly upwards, akin to a rocket being fired at great speeds. There was no trail of smoke left in its’ wake though, and this time, there was no incoming plane overhead to divert the clear route towards the thin blue line and beyond, until it was nothing but a stray sparkle in the sky; to the<em>Human</em>eye, at least. Unbeknownst to Koriand’r, her timing couldn’t have been better. Had she waited a few more minutes, she would undoubtedly have risked the incoming military helicopter seeing her fleeing spaceship returning to orbit, or worse; an unintentional collision!<br/><br/>Satisfied that her ship would be safely tucked away in orbit from the thieving grasp of pesky Humans, the alien visitor deactivated her wrist device, and returned her contented smile to the fellow anomaly of Earth.<strong>“I am now ready to receive the preparation.”</strong>She announced, perhaps a little<em>too</em>enthusiastically. On Tamaran though, guests would be treated to relaxing, flower scented baths and oiled massages, before sitting down to commence deep conversation or matters of diplomacy over glasses of very sweet, fruity wines. So with that in mind, she was therefore very excited to experience the hospitality of Earth’s customs, and a little bit anxious given that she had no idea what it might entail.<br/><br/><strong>“Ah! Perhaps we will soon make <em>another</em> deal,”</strong>she abruptly interjected with a sudden side-thought.<strong>“And I will permit you passage on my ship so you may journey across the Sol System. You do not have the biggest star in the galaxy, but the rings of Saturn are very beautiful!”</strong>She was still getting the hang of this whole ‘deal making schtick’…<br/><br/>Koriand’r sincerely hoped that she’d be able to offer the same, genuine compliments in regards to his establishment, although from the outside, she wasn’t feeling very optimistic. She was used to living high above the trees, so to be grounded felt very strange to her.<strong>“Do you live here all alone?”</strong>She queried, taking stock of the size of the building, which was a lot for just one person. Canting her head to the side, she blankly stared at the door, wondering how it would open and more importantly, what strange new sights would greet her within.<br/>