Aris the Witch
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- Dec 27, 2017
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Another training mission. Aris was getting so sick of training missions. When would her master ever take her on a real mission? He tried to once, something about doing a favor for the Hutts, but before they could get anything done they got a message to abort. She could tell her master was just as furious as she was about the situation, so she didn't press him for details. It still bugged her though. She hated feeling left out. Again and again. Didn't he see she was ready to be out there at his side? How much longer was it going to take?
They'd come to a planet she;d not yet been before: Toola. The first thing she noticed right away was that it was COLD! And her master had not informed her of this. She'd only had one "winter" jacket which she kept in her room back on their Corvette and was now lightyears away from her. Vash had of course packed for colder climates, maybe he was punishing her for something? Or maybe he just thought it funny.
They'd spent the final hours of the daylight upon arriving to the frozen tundra scavenging and scouting an old lookout no longer used by the some old empire. Using her training she was able to build up her connection to the Dark through the Force and use it to warm herself as the chilling winds bombarded them from their journey from ship to the doors. She was ever so grateful to finally be inside and spent the next hour shaking under a blanket near a heating vent. The temperature inside was still just as cold, and would take several hours to finally get to a decent climate. Vash had gone to bed earlier than she; he, not having to worry about being cold.
The next morning came and Aris was sluggish to rise. She tip-toed to the bathroom to relieve herself and then groaned loudly as there was still no hot water to speak of. So much for warming herself up that way. She quickly left the bathroom after but a minute and tossed herself back under her blankets. Aris would then reach down under her bed to the case of luggage she'd brought along. Under all the clothes was a paper journal. Vash had scolded her before for drawing and writing in it when there was perfectly suitable technology that could do the same result. But it still felt better to her having something real in her hands.
Like she had for the past several weeks she would start jotting down the memories of her dreams from the night before. At first she noticed several of her dreams all started and ended the same way, leading up to their discovery of Dathomir. Even though they'd come and gone from the red planet, she was still having dreams of the place. Only now she saw herself flying through that great and large canyon. Flying was an incredible feeling, and every morning she reveled in the memory. The dreams all ended with her flying somewhere new, but they all had one resonating fact: she always came to a spring-water cavern with a burning bright-green liquid pouring across the surface of the pond. What it meant was beyond the girl's knowledge. So she did what only she could think of and continue to catalog the memories until the truth came out.
Once she'd written down everything she could remember she hid the journal back into her luggage and set about dressing herself; after yesterday's failure she now struggled getting two sets of shirts and pants on. Dressed and ready for the day she would then leave her room, only her saber with her, and went out to find her master.
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