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Vahliri had begun spending increasing amounts of her free-time on Korriban. The half-Annfyn had always been a voracious study, and the libraries housed on the homeworld of the Sith were second to none in the Galaxy. With the planet just beginning to recover after the Kilik Invasion, Vahliri had once again made a trip into the archives - content to absorb every bit of philosophy and archaic knowledge that she could get her hands on. Of course, there was one ritual in particular that had captured her attention for weeks at this point.
It was the final piece in a goal she’d been hunting for years at this point. All that was left was to make the journey into Korriban’s endless desert.
At present, the half-Annfyn was seated within the grand library of Korriban - tucked into a small alcove and close to one of the roaring, stone braziers. She was dressed in her signature red-and-black robes within the academy, while her black hair was tied back into a loose bun and pinned up with a ruby hairpiece. The flames casted dancing, orange light across the assortment of scrolls and scattered parchment, though not enough that Vahliri didn’t have to squint heavily.
The half-Annfyn was largely left to her own devices, and that suited her just find - especially when that meant being ignored by the resident librarian of Korriban. The decrepit old woman was infamous amongst the students, known for her ruthless enforcement of the rules and being able to strike fear into any Sith Lord.
For the moment, her target was a pair of Acolytes who were being a touch too loud for her liking.
It was the final piece in a goal she’d been hunting for years at this point. All that was left was to make the journey into Korriban’s endless desert.
At present, the half-Annfyn was seated within the grand library of Korriban - tucked into a small alcove and close to one of the roaring, stone braziers. She was dressed in her signature red-and-black robes within the academy, while her black hair was tied back into a loose bun and pinned up with a ruby hairpiece. The flames casted dancing, orange light across the assortment of scrolls and scattered parchment, though not enough that Vahliri didn’t have to squint heavily.
The half-Annfyn was largely left to her own devices, and that suited her just find - especially when that meant being ignored by the resident librarian of Korriban. The decrepit old woman was infamous amongst the students, known for her ruthless enforcement of the rules and being able to strike fear into any Sith Lord.
For the moment, her target was a pair of Acolytes who were being a touch too loud for her liking.
@Scoobert