Eithni Vala Stark
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Eithni had for a long time waited for this moment, the moment when she would get her adoptive matriarchic mother to teach her all kinds of new powers. Okay who's she kidding, she would most likely convince the matriarch to teach her and as she entered the atmosphere of Dathomir, she tried to come up with good answer for why she was ready.
When she had landed close by clan Draoidh, she climbed out and landed on the ground, she felt home again. That was something that never changed, the sense and feeling of having a home would always be Dathomir. As Eithni walked from where she sparked her ship, she began to head for the village, which didn't take long and was soon standing before a group of hunters.
Smiling cheerfully to her sisters, she went past the sentries and towards what soon would show the village of clan Draoidh. Another smile formed when she entered the village that she grew up and looked to everyone doing their own business. It looked like even the elders were out and talking among the younger generation of Dathomirian girls. Probably telling the stories of the Fanged Goddess or some scary story. Usually, they stayed inside their large hut to perform rituals, which was almost always.
@Azzy