Where Is Kier

Token Ard - His Grand Memberships Palace Stacie was entirely lost. The great fox creature was "in government" alright but the extent of things blew that description entirely out of the water. No matter who she asked, from a small gathering of massive quinn with bulging muscles and bared brawnic shards, to a literal flock of twittering sheep-kin who all gawked at her, everyone said the same thing. He was waiting for her, in his chambers. Finding these mysterious chambers seemed hopeless. The palace was a maze. It seemed to have an underlying order, almost everything was ninety degree angles and everything else was calmly circular. Ponds, courtyards, small and open marble huts, a few towers, and seemingly miles of perfectly cut stone tiles. Everywhere was a garden, a pool, a set of stairs and a sense of alignment. But where was Kier? After giving up, Stacie plopped down at the edge of a raised garden, a burbling brook rolling through it. It was beautiful, and she was so confused she couldn't bring herself to care. "I greet you, Terran! May this one please Omnus-ei by serving you?" Stacie stared at the sudden stranger. She was tiny, maybe three feet, more like two and a half. Dressed in a flowing but tight single piece, which was crimson and clasped around the throat, the chest and the hips, the tiny fel-kin was almost painfully cute. She had a flat chest, curvy hips, enormous green eyes, and hyperactive ears, trained on her but always twitching and turning. Fels fur was a glorious set of tabby-stripes, almost tiger-coloured but too brown, too yellow. Fel had a flower set in one ear, a daisy. Bouncing with glee, fel put arms behind back, and leaned forward, peeking up from under rich chocolate bangs. "I beg your name?" Stacie realised she was staring. "Uh. Y-yeah! I'm Stacie. Steel, Stacie Steel. I'm trying to find Kier?" At the drop of vulps name, the little feline squeaked, and her tail flew upward, suddenly pole-stiff and bottle-brush thick. "O-Omn-nus ei," fel whispered, as if the syllables meant her very death. "Oh woah, hey I uh.. relax, nothing's wrong," stammered Stacie, but the feline dove into the garden, disappearing under the fronds and bushes. Stacie couldn't help but to peek inside, bewildered. Within, in a space that the laws of physics informed did not exist, was a small area, with a birdbath in the middle. Light poured downward, a green grass around that could not possibly be anything but plastic. The sapien crawled in, stood, and presently fel was hopping up from behind the birdbath, settling calmly on it's edge. "Stacie," fel spoke, voice high and singing-happy, "by your name, I carry you. Know my name and be delivered." Taken aback, she looked around. Where was the gap where she entered? "Your name? I don't know your name, cutie, or what's happening, for that matter." But that seemed to do the trick. Around her, every petal, every leaf, and every vine began to move, clockwise, as if blown by a gentle breeze. The feline vanished in the steady and lazy tornado of greens and pinks and yellows. "I am Elliepe Inahr. Travel well!" called the felines voice, "and take with you my endless loyalty to Omnus-ei, my world! My beloved!" And then the display ended. The foliage collapsed, and faded away. Once gone, a massive vault was revealed, all marble and limestone, and ebony, massive blocks and columns forming a stately room. No windows, no doors. The walls formed a single painting that endlessly went around the room, depicting solfolk, and monsters, and creatures, the planets, space, meadows and volcanoes, so much more than the dozen feet of it Stacie could see. The room was forty feet across, at least, and the ceiling was a glorious dome, with artwork depicting shards of endless shapes, weapons, and a very select few hominids and monsters, all incredibly detailed and beautifully embellished. At the centre of the room was a bed of sorts, full of pillows. It was a kind of hot-tub only instead of water, it was adorned with soft surfaces and blankets. Behind it was a pedestal, padded gloriously on its crown, which was six feet across, and made of a jet-black polished metal. Upon it rested Kier.