Through the mist of a million years of high energy three riders skimmed the
surface of the plain of Tallowcross and raced towards a dream. Their meeting point lying between the glades and Gardens of
Geda and the high mountain masses, where fountains of light and colour and soft winds of passion, openly existing through
wisdom, surrounded the three that silent eve, they sang together through motions only ways, as all around them sparkled and
chorused in wonder.
- OLIAS was to build the ship the Moorglade Mover
- RANYART was to guide the moments begotten light
- QOQUAQ, a leader, a fashioner of peoples of Sunhillow
Four tribes lived on Sunhillow and existed through music, rhythms and tempos,
each of the tribes attained a light of their own through their songs to their stars, so their energy, their souls, their time,
their movements were all accordant to the stars.
- NAGRUNIUM deepdark skinned stretched beat
- ASATRAMUS jangled lines of monatone
- ORACTAMOM cascading ready light metal
- NORDRAMOUS weavers of body sound
The dance of Ranyart would start the call with beams of alternity directed to
the skies. Bending the staff of motions begotten light, he moved with grace within him and charged the air to part and carry
him towards the course of passion.
Olias had been busy, and having sang his song, the metallic-like trees with their
golden leaves jingling like winter snow, had motioned their strong roots to slowly dance out of position towards Olias
to create the frame of the Moorglade. With spread-eagled wings and high masts with enough room for all, it stood, near ready,
it needed only to be strenghtened and covered and this was for the fish of the ocean the 'solar' to do. Olias reached out
with voice and sound to ease them from their play. As intertwined and inter- moving parts of the ocean rose into the air glistening
in the quick wind they rushed expectantly towards the frame and crashed their forms and clasped and died as all will: the
Moorglade was ready.
Hurtling through space amidst countless sister planets, Sunhillow had held the
tribes for as long as time would allow: Qoquaq sat alone in the valley, at close points to all, and sang of the mass lands
to the East; as the sound ascended and rang out of the valley, a distant form was heard, deep rhytms awoke that spell of a
movement as slowly and surely Nagrunium awoke to the message of love and haste. A deep throated drone from the East was heard
as an array of sound converged toward the valley. Metal could be seen glinting and chiming in the Western mist. Qoquaq, translike,
sang out the rhytms in one clear tone as the singers of the North approached the scene. As they began to mingle a strange
discord arose: each tribe had not seen of each other and were at once charged to counteract the balance, only seen to a veil
of innocence, still the movement was so strong, all that could move, moved toward Qoquaq, so great was his song. He then gently
rose as if not seen at all and guided them toward the ship the Moorglade Mover. Olias song out to Qoquaq as the tribes of
sound, in their transic state, appeared on the plain of Tallowcross, his song of welcome was to bring them closer to the ship,
as they climbed on board the noise rang out within, rhytms took over rhytm and became more and more intense so that all in
one movement the giant wings of the Moorglade began to take to life.
Slowly she dragged herself along the plain, onto the ocean, from which point the
ocean began to move underneath the feet of the ship. The solar shell counterreacting with the live made sense of vision, and
as the Moorglade began to race, inventing speed, a great writhing tidal wave became and rose high towards the stars, thrusting
the Moorglade high into space and to flight with giant sails beaming to the stars, and as the ship traveled into space
