Lessons

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Lessons

Post by Smallcorners » Tue Feb 12, 2019 5:49 pm

Yavin 4

There was no reason to suspect the small Entertainer of anything, she had the right credentials and certainly the talent to be who she claimed to be. Nor did the Imperial Inquisitor that happened to be visiting the outpost at the same time exhibit any curiosity about her at all. Granted she did not get close to him, but then no one did so that was not commented on either. There were only two things of note about her, she was a Nautolan, and she traveled with a mahogany colored grand wrix.

The presence of the cat probably explained why she seemed willing to be on the planet alone as she carried no visible weapons. One of the guards warned her to stay close to the outpost, perhaps moved by her polite and timid demeanor, or her young age and full skirts. Entertainers, especially musicians, were not often found on the planet. It would be a shame if something snatched her up before she had a chance to play for them. She smiled prettily and retreated from the gate, returning to the small tavern to play the horn and a small flute she carried varied with songs in a rich contralto.

Eventually they let her stop playing when it became apparent her energy was spent. She explained that she did not have an astromech so needed to do all her flying herself and really had to rest, but she also promised to return the next afternoon to play some more. They escorted her to her ship, as she firmly declined company with explanations of a loving and presumably jealous fiance. Nor was she that kind of Entertainer. The lights within the ship were turned off soon thereafter and those still awake at the outpost turned to other pursuits.

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Re: Lessons

Post by Smallcorners » Tue Feb 12, 2019 6:19 pm

Eti woke up a few hours later, it was full dark and raining which suited her perfectly. She dressed without turning on the main lights, her large eyes not needing them with the dim lights that usually inhabited ships kept on during night mode. As the ramp silently lowered she grinned at the remembered comments about her supposed lack of landing skills that set her on the edge of the parking field and turned towards the outpost instead of away. She let Nasha pad down first, if anyone was watching they would think she was simply letting the cat out.

The singer allowed another few minutes to pass and when Nasha did not leave the bottom of the ramp she also descended with a pack, then closed the ship up. She walked next to the wrix's shoulder until they were into the tree line, then she mounted and urged Nasha into a lope. They traveled for just over an hour before reaching the ruins of a temple.

This too was deceptive. Eti knew that underground the complex, while dusty in places, was certainly not a ruin and a mere quarter of a century ago would have been buzzing with normal activity despite what the surface looked liked. She slid off Nasha and approached the wall that she remembered was actually a door. It did not budge. The last time she was here Cari opened it, but then Cari was much closer to what one of them would be than she herself.

Eti studied the door, then stilled herself and centered, painfully aware that not only was there no Cari, she was also lacking Alisyad who had helped to contain the darkness she was seeking help for. Even so she had made progress on that front even if the requested shield to push it back had not been achieved.

The door did not budge, Nasha yawned and it started to rain again.

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Re: Lessons

Post by Smallcorners » Fri Feb 15, 2019 12:29 am

She was watched with some bemusement. Where others had failed, then flailed with useless anger or despair, the young woman merely tried again. And again, and again. He lost count how many times she regrouped and recentered. It also interested him that she was very careful to not use or disturb that for which she had asked for help with a few weeks ago.

Hers was the kind of temperament that could have had her reaching for that power. Hers was also the kind that would soundly reject it. Stubborn child worthy of admiration, and quietly exhausting herself at the doorstep of a people she defiantly told she would have no part of. He supposed he could not have blamed her, would he have become one of them if the only examples in living memory had been those that indulged so deeply in war they were lost within months?

Yet she showed them courtesy, humility, understanding. The young woman stood for her beliefs, argued with a council chamber shimmering with the ghosts of past masters, then had the audacity to ask for help. Someone, or someones, had been training her right. Despite the stain she fought on her soul, she was light. And she was tiring.

Before he could reveal himself, the cat padded out of the woods and gently knocked her mistress over with paw and muzzle. To his surprise she laughed, reaching to pet the wrix before standing back up and leaning on the animal. Turned from the door, she also walked away from it guided by the cat. There was a small niche where a tumble of the ruins leaned against each other, she crawled into this space the cat laying across the opening. It was not yet dawn, but the sky still held a shift of the light.

Even asleep there was about the young woman a sense of urgency and need. She was also determined and had hope. She believed, cared, loved. She feared too, but not the kind that bred the sort of desperation that would drive one down dark paths. Just what was he going to do with her?

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