It was always so damn cold, leaving the scorching sands of Korriban behind and returning to the galaxy at large. The whispers on the wind suggested that a certain pureblood had returned to his roost, fresh of victory and vigor of a high only success provides.
A master of potions, she called him the last time they met, much to his amusement. The look in his eye remained in the back of her mind. How times had changed for the both of them, and yet somehow, some things stayed the same.
Wearing something casual, the pureblood slipped through the academy grounds in a quiet, meandering stroll. In the dim light, she clutched a small vial between her fingers with its potency withdrawn in its un-configured state. Coming to a stop just outside the classroom, she had been told he would be in soon, Cyutadakyr turned a light on before taking a seat near the back.
"You remain in exile?" her question point blankly asked once he did arrive, in their native tongue and reminiscing back to the first time they had met with her own little twist.
A master of potions, she called him the last time they met, much to his amusement. The look in his eye remained in the back of her mind. How times had changed for the both of them, and yet somehow, some things stayed the same.
Wearing something casual, the pureblood slipped through the academy grounds in a quiet, meandering stroll. In the dim light, she clutched a small vial between her fingers with its potency withdrawn in its un-configured state. Coming to a stop just outside the classroom, she had been told he would be in soon, Cyutadakyr turned a light on before taking a seat near the back.
"You remain in exile?" her question point blankly asked once he did arrive, in their native tongue and reminiscing back to the first time they had met with her own little twist.
@Sreeya