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Sarina Lightell. The name had served as a rallying call for many, but the person was known to few. The Ospion started with her. And yet now...she was so far aloof and removed from the dealings of those that had followed her into exile, to call her one of them was an empty title at best.
After gaining Republic support for her own kind, she had fallen into myth, all but vanishing from the galaxy to recede into the books of history. Or so many had thought.
'So much still left undone...' she murmured, her long dark her cascading around her shoulders. She looked calm, all signs of weary and worry fading from her features, so that the semblance of the Jedi Master she once was had returned. For the first time in many long months, she could look into the mirror and recognize herself.
She rested on a rail overlooking the city of Cinnagar, expanding in all directions to the very horizon, though in stark contrast to Coruscant's cobbled together appearance, the entirety carried a light airiness, a precious elegance replicated nowhere in th galaxy. The sound of fountains and wildbirds in the distance provided a soothing background to her thoughts, giving her mind much-needed clarity, and the scents of various wildflowers in the plaza behind her took her away in part from the wearies of the galaxy, and back to simpler times. A childhood she never really had, a simplistic innocence that had been denied to her. And for the longest moment, she reveled in that blissful escapism. But all such moments of perfection are forever too brief and often interrupted. Such was the case this time.
Her senses came back all to soon to reality, and her force-attuned thoughts told her of the arrival of her guest. Others would come also, no doubt. Strange peoples attracted strange company. And few could be considered more a curiousity then the Tae. Sarina turned around and smiled softly.
'Please, take off your cloak,' she said, her hands opening out wide in diplomatic welcome as she adressed the guest. 'You have travelled far and are no doubt weary. Please, make yourself comfortable.'
The nod of acknowledgement from beneath the shimmering cloak was followed by the slender woman that wore it slowly taking the strange garment off, hanging it carefully on a nearby stone bench, as if it were worth a thousand worlds. Purple eyes looked up from beneath dark hair to meet Sarina's own blue ones, and the faintest hint of a smile could be gathered. The woman wore a short sword at her belt, and was garbed in a dark tunic - simple and unrevealing, and oddly reminiscent of the garb of the Jedi.
'Indigo, is it? At long last, we meet face to face. We have much to discuss...'
After gaining Republic support for her own kind, she had fallen into myth, all but vanishing from the galaxy to recede into the books of history. Or so many had thought.
'So much still left undone...' she murmured, her long dark her cascading around her shoulders. She looked calm, all signs of weary and worry fading from her features, so that the semblance of the Jedi Master she once was had returned. For the first time in many long months, she could look into the mirror and recognize herself.
She rested on a rail overlooking the city of Cinnagar, expanding in all directions to the very horizon, though in stark contrast to Coruscant's cobbled together appearance, the entirety carried a light airiness, a precious elegance replicated nowhere in th galaxy. The sound of fountains and wildbirds in the distance provided a soothing background to her thoughts, giving her mind much-needed clarity, and the scents of various wildflowers in the plaza behind her took her away in part from the wearies of the galaxy, and back to simpler times. A childhood she never really had, a simplistic innocence that had been denied to her. And for the longest moment, she reveled in that blissful escapism. But all such moments of perfection are forever too brief and often interrupted. Such was the case this time.
Her senses came back all to soon to reality, and her force-attuned thoughts told her of the arrival of her guest. Others would come also, no doubt. Strange peoples attracted strange company. And few could be considered more a curiousity then the Tae. Sarina turned around and smiled softly.
'Please, take off your cloak,' she said, her hands opening out wide in diplomatic welcome as she adressed the guest. 'You have travelled far and are no doubt weary. Please, make yourself comfortable.'
The nod of acknowledgement from beneath the shimmering cloak was followed by the slender woman that wore it slowly taking the strange garment off, hanging it carefully on a nearby stone bench, as if it were worth a thousand worlds. Purple eyes looked up from beneath dark hair to meet Sarina's own blue ones, and the faintest hint of a smile could be gathered. The woman wore a short sword at her belt, and was garbed in a dark tunic - simple and unrevealing, and oddly reminiscent of the garb of the Jedi.
'Indigo, is it? At long last, we meet face to face. We have much to discuss...'