Something flickered across Sybella's features and, almost absently, her hand came up to trail the very pieces of silver which lined her face. Whatever thoughts were conjured, she quickly banished them, choosing instead to focus once again on Kalique.
That tone, Sybella knew it all too well - even without the rolling of eyes.
Hating to admit it, her cousin had a point. Her mother, not too long ago, had raised the very same issue. What fate would befall the House of Demici, if the worse should happen? Much like before, Sybella did not wish to dwell, nor did she wish to start any kind of argument. Indeed, it was not the time nor the place for such exchanges. Still, the lady knight sighed, wishing to find some kind of empathetic ground. "If things were different, Kalique...if our roles were reversed...what would you do, if you were in my position? After ten years of service, could you end it all, and simply walk away? If so, then I envy you. Truly, I do."
What her cousin said next however made Sybella chuckle. Intergalactic study? Was that her cover? Goodness, only her mother could have come up with something so mundane. The irony wasn't lost on her, however. Indeed, one could argue the Jedi Order was a haven of study and, being only a knight...
"I'm afraid I still have much to learn. After all, the life of a scholar is truly neverending, isn't it?" She offered an apologetic smile, taking the flower from Kalique's hands and choosing instead to place it behind her ear. Her cousin, smart as she was, would no doubt understand the veil in which Sybella wove her words. She would continue to align herself with the Order and remain as a Jedi.
Feeling rather puckish, the mood shifted to one of teasing when the elder of the two pinched playfully at the other's cheek. Accompany her off-world? "Aw, my little cousin. Protective as ever, are we? Somethings never change."
Stifling a chuckle, Sybella would wave off such concerns, "I appreciate the offer, Kali. But can you imagine the scandal? A respected member of the nobility, seen in the company of a dastardly scholar? Perish the thought! I would, however, appreciate it if you walk with me to my ship...who knows when we'll next see each other; best make the most of it, no?"
Taking the hand of her imperial cousin, the two would walk out of the gardens, arm-in-arm. Despite the rather fleeting nature of the whole meeting, Sybella was rather content. Her father may have been laid to rest, but at least her beloved kinsmen were faring well enough. In this, she found a sort of peace. The future was evershifting and, by that logic, hard to ponder. As her father once said, one should never dwell on destiny and forget to live; the past and future were out of Sybella's control - all she could do for herself was focus on the present, and those which whom she surrounded herself with.
Ready to board Medea II, the Jedi offered Kalique one final, parting gift. A hug. Simplistic, yes but it was sincere- as were her words. "Stay safe, cousin, and may the Force be with you." With that Sybella departed, offering a wave before boarding the ship.
And following behind her, ever so faintly, was a red, miasmic mist. It lingered, for but a moment, before vanishing all at once.
That tone, Sybella knew it all too well - even without the rolling of eyes.
Hating to admit it, her cousin had a point. Her mother, not too long ago, had raised the very same issue. What fate would befall the House of Demici, if the worse should happen? Much like before, Sybella did not wish to dwell, nor did she wish to start any kind of argument. Indeed, it was not the time nor the place for such exchanges. Still, the lady knight sighed, wishing to find some kind of empathetic ground. "If things were different, Kalique...if our roles were reversed...what would you do, if you were in my position? After ten years of service, could you end it all, and simply walk away? If so, then I envy you. Truly, I do."
What her cousin said next however made Sybella chuckle. Intergalactic study? Was that her cover? Goodness, only her mother could have come up with something so mundane. The irony wasn't lost on her, however. Indeed, one could argue the Jedi Order was a haven of study and, being only a knight...
"I'm afraid I still have much to learn. After all, the life of a scholar is truly neverending, isn't it?" She offered an apologetic smile, taking the flower from Kalique's hands and choosing instead to place it behind her ear. Her cousin, smart as she was, would no doubt understand the veil in which Sybella wove her words. She would continue to align herself with the Order and remain as a Jedi.
Feeling rather puckish, the mood shifted to one of teasing when the elder of the two pinched playfully at the other's cheek. Accompany her off-world? "Aw, my little cousin. Protective as ever, are we? Somethings never change."
Stifling a chuckle, Sybella would wave off such concerns, "I appreciate the offer, Kali. But can you imagine the scandal? A respected member of the nobility, seen in the company of a dastardly scholar? Perish the thought! I would, however, appreciate it if you walk with me to my ship...who knows when we'll next see each other; best make the most of it, no?"
Taking the hand of her imperial cousin, the two would walk out of the gardens, arm-in-arm. Despite the rather fleeting nature of the whole meeting, Sybella was rather content. Her father may have been laid to rest, but at least her beloved kinsmen were faring well enough. In this, she found a sort of peace. The future was evershifting and, by that logic, hard to ponder. As her father once said, one should never dwell on destiny and forget to live; the past and future were out of Sybella's control - all she could do for herself was focus on the present, and those which whom she surrounded herself with.
Ready to board Medea II, the Jedi offered Kalique one final, parting gift. A hug. Simplistic, yes but it was sincere- as were her words. "Stay safe, cousin, and may the Force be with you." With that Sybella departed, offering a wave before boarding the ship.
And following behind her, ever so faintly, was a red, miasmic mist. It lingered, for but a moment, before vanishing all at once.
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