THE MANSIONOID METORITE SHOWERS
Shooting stars! Careering across a clear night sky. Eyes to the skies Europa savoured eagerly the curious stillness of a new moon night enjoying unparalleled views of the darkened skies where the meteors streaming across the galactic bands lit up the sky in bright showers. Magical moments full of mystery she noted knowingly, glancing at the Ice wolf watching intently at her side. For a brief, pulsing moment woman and wolf seemed to shift and merge into one sleek lupine body, glowing silvery-white in the meteorite bursts, and interlaced with silver moon strands, caught in the lunar thrill, scenting the magic of the night shooting stars. Faint, musical auroras danced across the night sky line playing over the telescope Europa was setting up in the darkened region fronting the brightly lit space dog training centre.
Beyond the late summer skies, far above the atmosphere, the song of the stars echoing gently in the void that was the outer limits. In the velvet blackness of interstellar space that surrounded the Space Dog Training World tiny moons dwarfed by the mother world’s size and luminousity glittered silently in the winking void, tiny space ships moving steadily closer through the silent darkness. Europa stepped away from the telescope and gazed suddenly skywards captured and enthralled by the startling rise of the new moon on a cool alien world.
Soft summer-night moon-wind lifting Icewolf’s silvered coat, dancing with elfin light touch through moon-lit whiskers, tickling her senses with a new moon night-time perception. An eagerness to step up into the alienness that drifted on the x-ray beams. Something was different here today…a resonating sense of power emanating, touching the edges of her mind urgently, trying to communicate…a message from the stars…. a shift of energies causing a potential breach. The sounds of the night a haunting interstellar music that stirred distant memories and Icewolf hazed into the past and the future, a thousand worlds away.
Something glinted…beckoned – in the flare of fire-tipped shooting stars…partially camouflaged under the cover of the night. An irregularly-shaped alien object… Europa had never noticed it before but she was drawn to investigate… an artefact… maybe some tracking device…Flashes of shooting star light danced playfully seeming to demand her attention. It resembled a sheet metal scroll. Hieroglyphics? She wondered catching sight of strange unreadable symbols …certainly no language she had ever seen before…Matrixed messages from the stars!
Zoom! Sizzle! Tom leapt for cover as the first of the meteor storm raced unapologetically through the atmosphere and across the clear New Moon skies of The Grinds in a flash and a fire. Hot burning sizzle reminiscent of a particularly busy and excitable barbecue. Tom shook his head trying to clear his vision, worryingly exposed to the elements, he thought wryly pushing what was proving to be wild and thoroughly out of control hair aside thoroughly annoying his inner hair stylist in the process, to take a wary and suspicious sideways look at the skies above him. The thrills and spills of being in a multi-dimensional mansion during a meteor storm!
Tom was a little surprised to note that the meteorites seemed to consist of miniature glowing keys to the gates of hell located deep in the basement and that the new moon was morphing in shape between the jar that had contained the currently missing key and a misshapen container of his hair gel…the one that he had lost in an experiment in the bathroom…a sudden chemical stench flashed by and his inner astronomer was quick to recognise a new wave of meteorites to be burning blobs of gloopy hair gel…. This struck Tom as a little strange but as Thomasina was quick to remind him that it was just a girl’s thing…
He gave momentary consideration as to whether this also applied to the sudden appearance of an alarmingly large and active vortex swirling towards the mansion at speed. He decided at roughly the same frightening speed the vortex was approaching at, that it probably didn’t and slammed the window shut in the hope that it would change its mind and go away…it didn’t….!!