Darth Inheris
SWRP Writer
- Joined
- Dec 16, 2018
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The undeveloped land of Kuat became rarer and rarer these days, and indeed any time she might have had to see it at leisure was becoming less and less frequent as her duties at home and abroad increased. Still, she had made a promise, one that she would keep, in a way.
Beyond the Kuati mesas stretched some open land, a particularly scenic area she had picked out herself, looking through her brothers old notes of where he might like to paint next. Perhaps it would have been her portrait, had things gone another way. It no longer could be him behind the brush.
One had been found though, a painter, brought down to the surface with her so that they might capture her likeness. She tried not to think of Finnigan. She tried ever so hard. Even when she did, she didn't know if it was pity she felt, loss even, or merely the absence of emotion that stirred within, her mind unsure of what to feel in the moment. Her gaze was long, looking far beyond the painter and into the distance. She hadn't been sleeping well for some time now, perhaps it was merely a side effect of that that made her glaze over ever so slightly.
Still, she had willed herself here, there had to be something for her here, out in the stillness of nature.
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