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Andraste was up in the high tower of the Korriban academy. She was seated casually next to the garden she had tended to since she was a child. Andraste had plucked a lily, inhaling the scent and letting the petals brush gently against her lips. It hadn't been long since she had been out of the bacta tank, her natural abilities finishing the rest of her healing. Scars remained, but the pain was away. She twirled the flower between her fingers, as she often had, mesmerized by the beauty.
It was pin drop silence all around her. She had often come up here, simply to find solace in the beauty of the garden. Andraste peered at the flower for a long moment, her yellow gaze roaming over the intricate details. As she continued spinning the flower between her fingers, the petals abruptly burst into flames. The fire quickly traveled down the step, disintegrating between her fingers. Andraste gazed at the empty space, where the flower was, as if it were still there.
A small spark of fire erupted at the edge of the small garden. The spark expanded, abruptly catching onto the rest of the plants. Andraste remained seated, watching as the fire began to spread out over the small garden, destroying everything in its path, destroying years of effort. Her expression remained unchanged, her eyes even betraying hints of amusement. The fire was controlled, devastating the plants and not reaching out to the rest of the tower. The reflection glinted off the glassy surface of her eyes.
Andraste slowly rose to her feet, flicking her wrist. In an instant, the fire disappeared, leaving behind a thick plume of smoke. She did not linger, turning away to leave the tower and making her way through the academy. Andraste was to be at the palace, but she had purposely delayed by stopping at the garden first.
Words were hushed, whispers stifled, and noises quelled as she passed. Though she had passed the halls countless times, something was different. Something had changed. She did not project a violently dark aura, but it was one of authority, deadly authority. Her face was devoid of expression, and she made eye contact with no one. Each step was precise, each subtle motion practiced, each turn unnaturally graceful. No one had spoken to her since her return, and she secretly relished the silence.
The guards did nothing more than nod as she strode past them. She had donned a long, black dress that hugged her curves, the ends of it trailing on the ground behind her. Her skin was chalk white in contrast, her dark hair falling in cascades. She had been greeted at the palace every time she had approached, but no one said a word this time. Andraste did not look at any of them, gliding right past in silence, leaving a chilled atmosphere in her wake.
She walked down the halls of the palace, towards the very heart of it. She had come across a long set of staircases that spiraled downwards. Andraste began her descent, the dress trailing behind her as she made her way towards the central chamber located deep within the roots of the palace.
The stairs lead to a large, open hall. She had been here before, but only to explore, never with purpose. Andraste had been summoned here, though she hadn't bothered inquiring about the purpose. She walked into the hall, taking the time to look over the various paintings on the walls. The scenes of battle depicted upon the walls made her grin with amusement. So glorified they were.. painting the scenes of battle as being exalted to martyrdom, when it was nothing but a twisted and gruesome affair that left everyone devoid of humanity. Andraste did not look away from the walls before she spoke.
"Why have you called me here?"
It was pin drop silence all around her. She had often come up here, simply to find solace in the beauty of the garden. Andraste peered at the flower for a long moment, her yellow gaze roaming over the intricate details. As she continued spinning the flower between her fingers, the petals abruptly burst into flames. The fire quickly traveled down the step, disintegrating between her fingers. Andraste gazed at the empty space, where the flower was, as if it were still there.
A small spark of fire erupted at the edge of the small garden. The spark expanded, abruptly catching onto the rest of the plants. Andraste remained seated, watching as the fire began to spread out over the small garden, destroying everything in its path, destroying years of effort. Her expression remained unchanged, her eyes even betraying hints of amusement. The fire was controlled, devastating the plants and not reaching out to the rest of the tower. The reflection glinted off the glassy surface of her eyes.
Andraste slowly rose to her feet, flicking her wrist. In an instant, the fire disappeared, leaving behind a thick plume of smoke. She did not linger, turning away to leave the tower and making her way through the academy. Andraste was to be at the palace, but she had purposely delayed by stopping at the garden first.
Words were hushed, whispers stifled, and noises quelled as she passed. Though she had passed the halls countless times, something was different. Something had changed. She did not project a violently dark aura, but it was one of authority, deadly authority. Her face was devoid of expression, and she made eye contact with no one. Each step was precise, each subtle motion practiced, each turn unnaturally graceful. No one had spoken to her since her return, and she secretly relished the silence.
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The guards did nothing more than nod as she strode past them. She had donned a long, black dress that hugged her curves, the ends of it trailing on the ground behind her. Her skin was chalk white in contrast, her dark hair falling in cascades. She had been greeted at the palace every time she had approached, but no one said a word this time. Andraste did not look at any of them, gliding right past in silence, leaving a chilled atmosphere in her wake.
She walked down the halls of the palace, towards the very heart of it. She had come across a long set of staircases that spiraled downwards. Andraste began her descent, the dress trailing behind her as she made her way towards the central chamber located deep within the roots of the palace.
The stairs lead to a large, open hall. She had been here before, but only to explore, never with purpose. Andraste had been summoned here, though she hadn't bothered inquiring about the purpose. She walked into the hall, taking the time to look over the various paintings on the walls. The scenes of battle depicted upon the walls made her grin with amusement. So glorified they were.. painting the scenes of battle as being exalted to martyrdom, when it was nothing but a twisted and gruesome affair that left everyone devoid of humanity. Andraste did not look away from the walls before she spoke.
"Why have you called me here?"