"Rumors are just that, My Lady. Rumors," Aolani replied with a wave of her hand. "You know how things can get blown out of proportion with each retelling. It's up to you to determine fact from fiction." Aolani gave a gentle smile to Nai.
"I suppose a brief history lesson is in order." The half-angel rose to her feet and began to pace across the floor beside Naiome's bed. "But where to begin?" She brought a hand up to her lips to chew on her gloved finger in thought. As priestess, Aolani had access to all manner of historical records from both sides. It was only fair that each oracle knew as close to the truth as she could manage to piece together. Liz knew what she knew, and with Naiome's reappearance...
It was only fair, and Naiome needed to be as well armed in the mind as in the body.
Aolani waved the very hand she had been gnawing on, and an arc of electricity appeared at her fingertip. And then she began to draw. The first forms she drew were large and grand: the two gods of their races. Beneath them she drew the first angels, smaller in stature. "It began with Vaerath and Haliea creating the very first angels," Aolani said firmly. "Early in the time of our realm, and so few are still around to remember," she hastily added before she continued to draw. "Time passed, and it's said that Vaerath grew jealous of the attention lavished on his counterpart, and so he showed her darkness to the angels. This was when the demons first appeared, transforming from angels." She waved a hand and a portion of the angelic figures shifted and grew horns, morphing into demons and going to stand under Vaerath.
"It's uncertain how much time passed," she admitted, "Some say it was a long while, others say no time passed at all. There are records of talks being attempted, but they failed because demons outright rejected Haliea. It's said that in a rage the goddess possessed her oracle and demanded the extermination of the demons, and that's when the war began." Aolani waved her hand, and the figures drawn in lightning began to attack each other until they were wiped out, tearing each other apart until only sparks crackled through the air.
"Of course many angels would never wish to believe that their beloved Haliea was capable of ordering such an act. I've seen no mention of it in angel texts, save for one that only a select few have access to." She gestured to herself and gave a playful wink. "Your counterpart knows this as well. I believe that if we're to see an end to this war both oracles must know our shared history so we may put our pride aside, and you bear even more importance than you may think. You've seen how a world without war looks, and now you can see how this war has cost your people. Perhaps with that knowledge you can convince those stubborn lords to put aside their pride for the betterment of the people they're supposed to lead."
Aolani gave a shrug. "I'm getting ahead of myself, forgive me. For now, we're going to head outside so you can show me your dragon form." A wry smile played on the angel's face as she removed her lacy black veil, revealing her rainbow-hued hair. The veil was followed by her gloves, and then her long black gown, until Aolani was clad in little more than a skin-tight white slip, trimmed with gold around its plunging neckline.
"Let's go, shall we?" she asked; before even getting an answer the angel had turned her back, displaying her six feathered wings in all their glory, and walked out a side door to the rocky volcanic landscape outside.
"I suppose a brief history lesson is in order." The half-angel rose to her feet and began to pace across the floor beside Naiome's bed. "But where to begin?" She brought a hand up to her lips to chew on her gloved finger in thought. As priestess, Aolani had access to all manner of historical records from both sides. It was only fair that each oracle knew as close to the truth as she could manage to piece together. Liz knew what she knew, and with Naiome's reappearance...
It was only fair, and Naiome needed to be as well armed in the mind as in the body.
Aolani waved the very hand she had been gnawing on, and an arc of electricity appeared at her fingertip. And then she began to draw. The first forms she drew were large and grand: the two gods of their races. Beneath them she drew the first angels, smaller in stature. "It began with Vaerath and Haliea creating the very first angels," Aolani said firmly. "Early in the time of our realm, and so few are still around to remember," she hastily added before she continued to draw. "Time passed, and it's said that Vaerath grew jealous of the attention lavished on his counterpart, and so he showed her darkness to the angels. This was when the demons first appeared, transforming from angels." She waved a hand and a portion of the angelic figures shifted and grew horns, morphing into demons and going to stand under Vaerath.
"It's uncertain how much time passed," she admitted, "Some say it was a long while, others say no time passed at all. There are records of talks being attempted, but they failed because demons outright rejected Haliea. It's said that in a rage the goddess possessed her oracle and demanded the extermination of the demons, and that's when the war began." Aolani waved her hand, and the figures drawn in lightning began to attack each other until they were wiped out, tearing each other apart until only sparks crackled through the air.
"Of course many angels would never wish to believe that their beloved Haliea was capable of ordering such an act. I've seen no mention of it in angel texts, save for one that only a select few have access to." She gestured to herself and gave a playful wink. "Your counterpart knows this as well. I believe that if we're to see an end to this war both oracles must know our shared history so we may put our pride aside, and you bear even more importance than you may think. You've seen how a world without war looks, and now you can see how this war has cost your people. Perhaps with that knowledge you can convince those stubborn lords to put aside their pride for the betterment of the people they're supposed to lead."
Aolani gave a shrug. "I'm getting ahead of myself, forgive me. For now, we're going to head outside so you can show me your dragon form." A wry smile played on the angel's face as she removed her lacy black veil, revealing her rainbow-hued hair. The veil was followed by her gloves, and then her long black gown, until Aolani was clad in little more than a skin-tight white slip, trimmed with gold around its plunging neckline.
"Let's go, shall we?" she asked; before even getting an answer the angel had turned her back, displaying her six feathered wings in all their glory, and walked out a side door to the rocky volcanic landscape outside.
