Two months was hardly a time to be able to get to know another person and it was premature to even entertain the thought that it was. Naberia was intelligent, no intuitive about others. The eye twitches had not gone unnoticed and even when she failed to compliment her beloved Dathomir, the witch...
Goosebumps prickled along the back of her neck though the raised flesh was clandestine by blanket of hair; Naberia could feel herself being watched, but only discounted it to the fact of the garb she wore. It was not the typical fashion of Dantooine even if marked as something of the upper...
There was great reluctance in accepting to meet with this foreign woman and yet there was an invisible touch guided her forward to accept; reluctantly, she had. Somehow, the divination that had been had when a blanket had mysteriously frayed upon the edges, signified something coming...
I'm still figuring out the History for Neberia since she's an ancestor of characters I have elsewhere; I don't usually write that short or even "vague" of a biography. When I get more ideas to flesh her out I will add them promptly. I have some things going in my head right now o.o!
Oh, I plan...