After finally getting up and out on the surface of Solus' Quadrant, Elita wandered lazily about, though sometimes broke out in a run just to get a bit further. Time wasn't, technically an issue here; she could wander for a few days if she wished since there was nothing pressing going on, and she had energon with her for any unforseen event.
She's not sure why she's doing this, however... There wasn't a lot to see, landscape-wise, in the quadrant, even if some of the rock formations were interesting, and the pulsing waves of heat and moisture was leaving patterns on the ground and on softer rock or virgin metal that definitely was pleasing...
The crystal in her hand was noticeably warm, drops of moisture collecting with each wave of eat and either dripping off, or seemingly being absorbed. Elita glanced down at it, currently greenish and pink, and wondered what it'd look like larger.
Larger, like... Stopping, Elita turned until she was facing the huge spire with its light on top in Prima's quadrant, radiant if somewhat dim from this distance, and held the crystal up.
It turned into a veritable storm of rainbow, even as her hand was still--
And then it suddenly turned brilliantly, achingly bluish-tinged white, edging towards transulscent at the edges.
She stared and then clutched it in her palm, hiding it as she set off running with a purpose.
It was too small to be admired as it should be, by as many as possible; she wouldn't keep this for herself even if some small part wanted to. That could come later. No, more than one person at a time should be able to admire what she'd just seen, and she remembered well the one time she'd seen a native crystal copse on Cybertron before the war.
Now, all that she needed was a spot...
Almost three solar cycles later, and not having really stopped, Elita found what she was looking for; in the westernmost areas of the quadrant, nearing the edge out towards actual wilderness and the gorge where Solus' temple sat vaguely visible on the horizon, the rock and metal dipped into a depression.
The bowl was wide, but not deep, spots of it sporting jagged and smooth metal which reflected what light came from Prima's spire even out here. Elita smiled and walked down into the center of it, turning slowly around and then pushing the crystal into the ground, like she'd found it in the deeper parts of Solus' temple.
Maybe nothing would happen, she thought as she cast a narrow stare at the "planted" crystal, but if it did, with the heat from the forge in this area and the moisture it left behind... If it did, it ought to be stunning.
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She's not sure why she's doing this, however... There wasn't a lot to see, landscape-wise, in the quadrant, even if some of the rock formations were interesting, and the pulsing waves of heat and moisture was leaving patterns on the ground and on softer rock or virgin metal that definitely was pleasing...
The crystal in her hand was noticeably warm, drops of moisture collecting with each wave of eat and either dripping off, or seemingly being absorbed. Elita glanced down at it, currently greenish and pink, and wondered what it'd look like larger.
Larger, like... Stopping, Elita turned until she was facing the huge spire with its light on top in Prima's quadrant, radiant if somewhat dim from this distance, and held the crystal up.
It turned into a veritable storm of rainbow, even as her hand was still--
And then it suddenly turned brilliantly, achingly bluish-tinged white, edging towards transulscent at the edges.
She stared and then clutched it in her palm, hiding it as she set off running with a purpose.
It was too small to be admired as it should be, by as many as possible; she wouldn't keep this for herself even if some small part wanted to. That could come later. No, more than one person at a time should be able to admire what she'd just seen, and she remembered well the one time she'd seen a native crystal copse on Cybertron before the war.
Now, all that she needed was a spot...
Almost three solar cycles later, and not having really stopped, Elita found what she was looking for; in the westernmost areas of the quadrant, nearing the edge out towards actual wilderness and the gorge where Solus' temple sat vaguely visible on the horizon, the rock and metal dipped into a depression.
The bowl was wide, but not deep, spots of it sporting jagged and smooth metal which reflected what light came from Prima's spire even out here. Elita smiled and walked down into the center of it, turning slowly around and then pushing the crystal into the ground, like she'd found it in the deeper parts of Solus' temple.
Maybe nothing would happen, she thought as she cast a narrow stare at the "planted" crystal, but if it did, with the heat from the forge in this area and the moisture it left behind... If it did, it ought to be stunning.