(02-02-2017, 08:30 PM)Seraph Wrote: "I think I'd like that very much," Yena replied.
"We'll have to get something pencilled in as soon as possible," Sirea added, "as well as some more detailed conversations about what kind of relationship our two nations could have, and how we might best help each other out."
Outisde the freeway descended into they city of Ciria proper and the flat roofed, rainforest-gardened houses of the poorer citizens began to be replaced with the architecture of wealth from the modern day (the banking distance rose, glittering, to the west) through the 19th century neo-Varsan grandeur of Cata pulea, the new town (the domed roof othe Mena Parlid towered above the embassies of Vallano Parlid to the South East), to the ancient Varsan and Varsan-Gothic stones of the old town, Cata vanyea, which lay crouched in the valley beneath Syarkho Qenarid's original fortress, Draqin Syarkhod. As the road headed in that direction it became possible to see where the old town opened up around the massive square of Vallano Menad and the curious structure of the Mena Tacirid, the Temple of Creation, at its heart.
The Mena managed to look both imposingly solid and impossibly fragile at the same time. Built of the same white stone that gave Ciria its ancient name (Cata cirea, white city), it was made of impossibly light gothic arches, scissor arches and vaults, stacked together to form an organic step pyramid which rose, like the boughs of a twisted mangrove tree, to three spiralling points entwined around each other in a short, fractured spire. Though the architecural style was similar to the rest of Cata vanyea's most ostentatious buildings, and the shape mirrored that of the pyramid temples across Erinor, there was no other building quite like it in the world.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" Yena asked as it came into sight briefly from the main road before the way wound down into Cata vanyea proper and the view was blocked with ancient, white stone buildings stretching along the winding street.
Isara watched the changing architecture outside her as the car drove past. Her eyes hiding her awe as she guessed the historical nature of the buildings around her and later the imposing but fragile structure of the Mena. Hearing the Ura’sia speak, Isara replied, “it is… It’s almost as if I’m visiting Frost City where the history of our people is alive and well. Although in this case with Cirea, the history of your people is vibrant and seems to be beloved by your people. “
“It would also be for the best if we can establish a beneficial relationship between our two nations. When would be most convenient for you?” added Nagisa
