Pulse of the Imperium

NIrilli bowed to all present and quietly departed, to make her way to the Archon.

When Nirilli approached the Archon's palatial section, she'd notice guards being posted by the entrance, something not practised often since she had started serving Irene. Nirilli approached the guards and bowed low. They would recognize her, she assumed. Nirilli was the sort who knew guards by nam...

Nirilli's answer did not appear to be received well by Shinah. "I would have answers." She repeated, in a tone to suggest she was thinking aloud. (Is there anything I'm not picking up on in this exchange? I think I'm narratively at an end point here and am covering ground already covered.) Nirilli ...

"Perhaps there will be time to meet this bakka when upon we travel to these villages." Shinah's tone suggested this was more of a planned certainty than mere idle speculation. "I am..." A pause. "Curious. I would have answers." Nirilli smiled. "I'm sure you would be welcome to come with us. You see...

"I see." Shinah replied with a degree of reverent awe. Truly, the Missionaria has done its work here. Shinah thought to herself, carefully keeping her features unreadable. "And you sing the same songs as these bakka. Are you to succeed them someday, carrying forward the burden they carry now?" "I h...

“The bakka – the weeper who mourns for all mankind – has filled the marshes of Harmonthep from her weeping. May it not drown today." "She..." she hesitated and then dropped her voice to a whisper. “The weeper cries because there is imbalance. La, la, la, she cries. She cries because the wanderers su...

Shinah had erred. Self-castigation would have to wait, but she recognized at that moment that she was out of practice when it came to conducting interviews with those outside of the Sisterhood. Firstly, there was often little productive reason to play the "good cop" among a group of hyper-aware fem...

Unfortunately, the source of the poem - and any meaning that may have had - was lost upon Shinah. Still, she took in Nirilli's words. Her fervor was certainly commendable. Truly, the Missionaria had done their work here. Sparing a glance over to Cuyler's direction, Shinah asked, "On what basis woul...

Shinah considered Nirilli's words. Love? What could an animal know of love? She considered the poem recited. Was something perhaps there? Regardless, as her mind clicked away at the new information, Shinah split her conscious focus back to the subject of her interview. "Quite a poem, Nirilli. Lamen...

Nirilli's explanation didn't make much sense to Shinah at that precise moment in time, but if there's anything her years with the Sisterhood had taught her, it was that nonsensical things at the moment had an ability to tessellate out to something much greater than initially expected. Sometimes, un...

"No," she shook her head. "Or not here, anyway." "He spends time there. He walks the streets. He listens and learns. Isn't that remarkable? I wish I could visit. He lives there, he said. Half here, half there. Have you ever heard of such a thing? He doesn't know how it happens. Only that it does." H...

"Pankratos." Shinah dove in directly. Shinah was not unlike the expected image of a sister of the Bene Gesserit order: a simple, flowing black garment, a hand-woven veil, a knowing expression vacillating measuredly to disapproval. The look suggested austerity and somberness of a type more befitting...

And on her way she was. Breaking from Cordana's orbit, Shinah crossed over to the vicinity of the slave girl. "Nirilli, was it not?" Shinah asked the factually unnecessary, but socially expected, question. The beginning was, of course, a delicate thing. Even, especially, if it wasn't truly the begi...

Holding her composure, Shinah inclined her head towards the Reverend Mother in reference to her admonishment. "Yes, of course. I will do so." Turning to look at the others about the garden, Shinah continued as her veiled gaze settled on Nirilli. "I believe I have a way." Nirilli watched as the Sist...

As Lady Gray and Xard stepped away, Nirilli found herself standing alone.

She glanced at Lady Salomea, and at the conversation between the Reverend Mother and the Sister.

"Can I be of further service, Lady Salomea? Or should I retire?" Which would mean checking in on the Archon.

"A pleasure to meet you."

She nodded at his words. "We all need time to recover from these terrible events." I understand. Later.

It had been a slight introduction at best. Perhaps she could offer more context? "I am Nirilli. I serve the Archon and she has given me permission to assist Lady Salomea with garden matters, as my time allows. I will ask her permission to accompany you, as Lady Gray suggested. I am sorry if my curio...

Nirilli bowed to the approaching planetologist. She had not actually met him yet. "It must be fascinating to study planets! To learn about them. Does the garden tell you a story about this planet?" It would be nice to have more chance to talk to a scholar of planets. She had the names of several pla...

She nodded. "I can report to the Archon that you are planning the trip and would welcome a local guide. And she may agree that is a good use of my time. I am sure she wants any information that can be found to address what happened. I think a case could also be made that she is appropriately sending...

"Do we know which person was driving the lions that got loose? The woman driver ... did she survive? She was close in the pack with the three behind Pankratos. It is possible she saw something." The other two competitors near the woman were dead now, right? "Pankratos was ahead. I am not sure he cou...