Awakening of the Roshanians

It was morning and had just finished raining on Harvoris II in the city of Port Eratz. The air was clean, fresh, and sweet. Birds were singing and the echoing, resounding calls from other wildlife filled the canyon walls of the hanger. The hanging moss and vines were covered with moisture from a raging and very beautiful nearby waterfall and a delicate scent was in the air from the yellow, red, and pink flowers that covered the foliage. The morning sun found holes in the passing clouds and was shining on the water droplets. A mist was still covering the mountains and began pouring into the city from the north. It was then a ship had just come to land at the hanger. An Elite Chancellor Master was on his home world yet again. It had been years since his return, he grew up in a small hamlet, outside of town, closer to the North Harvoris Pine Mountains. The hamlet had become a nice little town, unchanged and untouched by technology. The Chancellor began walking gradually down a ramp and taking a deep breath enjoying the fresh morning air and the sights and sounds that encircled him. Standing still for a few moments his thoughts began to wander back to when he was a young lad. So many memories filled his mind. Mostly he thought of all the exploration he did as a child. Finding caves and swimming to the island of Calidorus. The island was overgrown with vegetation and the ruins of the Priests of Vaigaliford still stood abandoned as they have for over 400 hundred years. He thought of the hanging mosses, the overgrown, massive trees, and the white, sun-bleached stones and great vines. He would swing from building to building. His only wish was that his sister in Yeshu, courting partner and fellow Chancellor Master, Jasiwen Teqc was here to enjoy this with him. Even for just a moment to pray, worship and talk to their God and look in her eyes as he would hold her close in his arms. Grazing their lips on each other's as they spoke, smiled, and kissed so tenderly and lovingly. Just to touch her face and hear her voice was all he wanted, never again to leave her side, feeling as if he was dying inside being away from her. Jasiwen's long flowing hair off her shoulder, the beauty of her wonderful spirit, the color of her eyes was all he could think about. It had felt like an eternity since he saw her last.
He had just left Viridis and was planning to go see her again but business had come first yet again. He saw her four weeks prior and missed her terribly. Both were deeply in love with each other and had been for some time; but, Opexious had a hard time expressing his feelings in words, however; this is what Jasiwen needed. She longed to hear the words from him and she desired to have him greatly. It was very problematic for them to spend time alone together for long periods of time. They struggled to control themselves and the passionate love they shared for one another. The thoughts of how she smelled, her smile, those entrancing eyes of hers, her touch, how intelligent and how wonderful she was to him and her perfectly chiseled physical appearance was very pleasing to his eye. At times he knew it was a great distraction to him. She knew this and would provocatively saunter up to him and pass him softly grazing her nails on his neck or chest and turn her head slightly to the right looking at him smirking and biting her lip to see his reaction. Opexious removed a small picture from the inside of his cloak. Looking at her face was comforting. But also agonizing, being he was away a lot of the time. He desired to be near her, to hold her, touch her. Opexious smiled touching the face of the picture. His face changed to a look of worry and he openly sighed knowing he had little time to say the things she needed to hear. Opexious would have to learn to speak the words Jasiwen needed to hear and having Opexious take his lead or his procrastination would soon tear them apart.