Tasha Blackwell
SWRP Writer
- Joined
- Jan 17, 2019
- Messages
- 285
- Reaction score
- 45
There was no reason for this garden to exist. It was a planet that was known for its arid climate and vast deserts. This was a Sith academy, and it wasn’t supposed to have anything like this. Yet here she was at the top of one of the several towers that looked over the vast oceans of desert. There was plenty of sunlight coming in, and she had managed to help turn this entire segment into a large garden overlooking Korriban. The foundations had all been there for centuries, and with the help of some synthetic tech and moisture tools, the entire place had become a thriving garden.
Tasha often came up here to spend time away from life as a Crusader. She had been here for hours today, wandering around and manually watering the plants that needed it. She was adorned in formal Sith robes, not her usual revealing dresses. Here at the academy she followed its rules, though her interests were very different than the usual students here.
The chirping of birds could be heard - Tasha had released a few small birds within the dome, and they thrived in this place. She found peace here, finding that her mind was clear and very much present with her surroundings. Tasha plucked a white flower, inhaling its intoxicating scent. She glanced out of the window panes, seeing the desert that stretched out for miles.
Andraste had once walked within these very halls, and she had hidden herself away to come to this place. It had been uncharacteristic of her, Tasha smiling at all the different little facts that the galaxy largely didn’t know about the first Sith Empress. She hummed to herself, twirling the flower in her hand before she went back to watering the plants.