Illumene Museum of History

Whisper's quiet footsteps carried her through the various displays of the Illumene Museum of History. She had never been here before, but she passed it by on her way to the Imperial Administration Complex every morning. The repetition of seeing the sprawling name across the building front had finally landed her at its doorstep on one of her afternoons off.

She paused at one display in particular that had caught her eye. It was a disc of some sort that had been unearthed on New Haven many years ago. The archaic runes weren't of any dialect known to Isiria and its discovery had hinted at life within Isiria prior to Isirian colonization.

Speculations ran wild, but the lack of any unearthed civilizations or permanent structures had kept it as little more than a curiosity. And a curiosity is all it was to Whisper as she moved on, her eyes skimming over old relics and artwork from the early years of colonizing New Haven.

Newly arrived on Illumene, given his late arrival to the concluded Isirian skirmish with the Avaeon, Ryder quirked his head at the realization of a familiar psionic, on his way to the Avaeon prisoners of war.

Some time later, the man had arrived at the Illumene Museum of History, maneuvering less by sight than by sensation, tracing the path of the psionic as unerringly as though she had a tracking beacon attached to her. In but the course of a few minutes, the Councilman spied none other than the familiar figure of Whisper.

The flowing black extended vestments that went over his rather casual attire were the only visible mark of his altered status, but the smile that grew on his face was anything but official. 'Been a while, Whisper.'

Whisper's brow furrowed as she felt a familiar presence brush against her psyche, but it was Dylan's words in her mind that brought realization to her face as she whirled about.

"Dylan," she uttered in surprise. "What are you doing here?"

It was taking Whisper a bit to sort through her confusion of encountering Dylan of all people, and she tried for several moments to find the right words to express her confusion.

"I thought you had died," she explained finally.

Narrowing his eyes for a moment, memories of shattered glass surfaced, his mind unconsciously recoiling slightly from the woman. "Oh, yeah. That."

Pulling up his right sleeve, the bluish-black gleam of his replacement was bared. "It was close, I'll say that much. Too much, too fast, and too tightly directed. Now I get to live with the reminder."

"How are you, by the way?"

Sliding his glasses back on the bridge of his nose, the Councilman offered a wry smile. Relatively, he was unchanged. He looked older though, a few more lines, and harder eyes than back then.

Whisper rubbed lightly at her arm and glanced averted her eyes from Dylan's arm. The memories of that day were far from pleasant, and she had simply been an observor. Dylan had lived through it.

"I'm alright," she replied. "I mean... a lot's happened. I wouldn't even know where to  begin. Why are you hee though? In Isiria of all places?" she asked.

She rubbed lightly at her brow, remembering hearing word of the UDW entering into an alliance with the Aschen. There had been UDW ships in the skirmish with the Avaeons had there not? She rubbed at her brow, a headache forming as she tried to recollect the details of that day. Most of that day was a fuzzy blur and she finally shok her head and offered a weak smile.

"It's good to see you," she added. It's what she should have said from the start.

Henrietta Shiorese has arrived, coming from Via Boreas.

Henrietta Shiorese has left the area, heading east into Via Boreas.