It was a lovely day out on this part of Serenno, and Renfry found herself hoping that the meeting to come would be as pleasant as the day. She doubted it.
Whether this would be a meeting between Renfry and Tiamat or Empress and Eternal remained to be seen, and the two were very different. The meeting would also, no doubt, determine the fate of the Mask, the Eternal, and perhaps even Tiamat. She'd nearly killed her friend at the party, and the thought saddened her in the solitude of her own mind.
She looked up at the sky above, thinking about how far she was now from Dathomir. Imperial starfighters screeched past overhead, and she knew that not far away were heavy guns and shields to keep away hostile attack. And far up, mostly obscured by the clouds, floated a Star Destroyer in all its glory. She held one of the doritos she was eating up toward the sky, comparing its similar size to that of the Star Destroyer. At this distance, the two looked comparable in size, but looks were deceiving. It was just a very deadly dorito.
It was a silly thought, she knew, and forced her mind back to the seriousness of the topic at hand as she shoved the chip in her mouth, taking a seat on one of the benches of the courtyard area. In the not-so-far distance, a small group of Nightsisters were practicing their craft, some still adapting to the differences of being away from Dathomir. But it was a long tradition, and she knew they would grow accustomed with time.
Whether this would be a meeting between Renfry and Tiamat or Empress and Eternal remained to be seen, and the two were very different. The meeting would also, no doubt, determine the fate of the Mask, the Eternal, and perhaps even Tiamat. She'd nearly killed her friend at the party, and the thought saddened her in the solitude of her own mind.
She looked up at the sky above, thinking about how far she was now from Dathomir. Imperial starfighters screeched past overhead, and she knew that not far away were heavy guns and shields to keep away hostile attack. And far up, mostly obscured by the clouds, floated a Star Destroyer in all its glory. She held one of the doritos she was eating up toward the sky, comparing its similar size to that of the Star Destroyer. At this distance, the two looked comparable in size, but looks were deceiving. It was just a very deadly dorito.
It was a silly thought, she knew, and forced her mind back to the seriousness of the topic at hand as she shoved the chip in her mouth, taking a seat on one of the benches of the courtyard area. In the not-so-far distance, a small group of Nightsisters were practicing their craft, some still adapting to the differences of being away from Dathomir. But it was a long tradition, and she knew they would grow accustomed with time.