Vahliri had remained in an exceptionally foul mood ever since the destruction of the Dromund Kaas Academy. Students had been moved into temporary housing until further notice, and after spending some time with Altair and her other friends in the immediate aftermath, the half-Annfyn took the first opportunity to get the hell off Kaas and engross herself in something else. There was already talks of students being transferred to other academies in the meantime, and the notion of it was caustic to even consider
Everywhere she looked on Dromund Kaas, it was an unwelcome reminder of what had taken place. Vahliri couldn’t deny that she was heartbroken over - the loss of her home, the memories that had been built there and the sense of familiarity she would have to attempt to build somewhere else. She was heartbroken, and she was angry. Angry that the thing in which she cared about had been taken away - angry at the thought of what might’ve been if all of her friends hadn’t been off-campus during the attack. She wanted to make those responsible pay for what they did, and to hit them where it hurt most.
It was a thought that lingered in the back of her mind, even as she attempted to focus on the task ahead - quickened footsteps carrying her towards the still under-construction facilities on Dagobah and the summons she had received. The half-Annfyn still didn’t know exactly what the details of this all even were, but she did know that Sol would be the other half of whatever they were doing.
The rest, she figured, would he revealed soon enough.
As per usual, Vahliri was dressed professionally in her black-and-red Sith robes - curved saberhilt on her belt and black hair tied back into a braided ponytail. In stark contrast to the swampy funk that lingered all around, the air closest to Vahliri was sweetly scented with the half-Annfyn’s floral perfume - a little detail that she refused to omit in even the most rugged of environments.
After a few minutes of walking, Vahliri finally spotted Sol - proceeding to quickly make her way over to the Wrean Acolyte. While she had basically spammed his commlink in the immediate aftermath of Dromund Kaas to confirm he was okay, it was the girl’s first time actually seeing him in person since the entire ordeal. “Hey,” Vahliri stepped forward. While they weren’t exactly close friends, she didn’t hesitate to greet the Wrean with a brief hug before drawing back half-a-step. “..How are you?”
@Mr. Teatime
Everywhere she looked on Dromund Kaas, it was an unwelcome reminder of what had taken place. Vahliri couldn’t deny that she was heartbroken over - the loss of her home, the memories that had been built there and the sense of familiarity she would have to attempt to build somewhere else. She was heartbroken, and she was angry. Angry that the thing in which she cared about had been taken away - angry at the thought of what might’ve been if all of her friends hadn’t been off-campus during the attack. She wanted to make those responsible pay for what they did, and to hit them where it hurt most.
It was a thought that lingered in the back of her mind, even as she attempted to focus on the task ahead - quickened footsteps carrying her towards the still under-construction facilities on Dagobah and the summons she had received. The half-Annfyn still didn’t know exactly what the details of this all even were, but she did know that Sol would be the other half of whatever they were doing.
The rest, she figured, would he revealed soon enough.
As per usual, Vahliri was dressed professionally in her black-and-red Sith robes - curved saberhilt on her belt and black hair tied back into a braided ponytail. In stark contrast to the swampy funk that lingered all around, the air closest to Vahliri was sweetly scented with the half-Annfyn’s floral perfume - a little detail that she refused to omit in even the most rugged of environments.
After a few minutes of walking, Vahliri finally spotted Sol - proceeding to quickly make her way over to the Wrean Acolyte. While she had basically spammed his commlink in the immediate aftermath of Dromund Kaas to confirm he was okay, it was the girl’s first time actually seeing him in person since the entire ordeal. “Hey,” Vahliri stepped forward. While they weren’t exactly close friends, she didn’t hesitate to greet the Wrean with a brief hug before drawing back half-a-step. “..How are you?”
@Mr. Teatime