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OoC: This is a Main Thread because it'll be an IC confrontation of the Grand Master and the Dark Lord of the Sith. This is a key story line. This rp is also closed to Xeno, Bac and I.
Andraste closed her eyes, simply listening. The wind was salty, carrying the essence of the oceans all around her. The Force was immensely strong all around her, and it wasn't merely coming from the child in her arms. It was a baby, bundled up and asleep. Andraste glanced down at the child, the eyes closed and the breathing soft and gentle. Nothing about the child suggested that it wasn't human. However, she knew as soon as the baby opened her eyes, they would be crimson red, the eerie glow a permanent trademark of her father, who was the Dark Lord of the Sith. Nothing else outwardly suggested that there was any link between the two, save for the almost tangible Force energy emanating from such a small child.
Andraste suppressed thoughts of her time during pregnancy and the birth. The ordeal had only taken her about four months, the process sped up by the Force. She had grown quite attached to her daughter, falling in love with the way the baby smiled and giggled, completely unaffected by the darkness of her origins. A painful knot formed within Andraste's chest at the thought of parting with her daughter, but she knew there was no other way. She exhaled slowly, the wind brushing against her long, dark hair. Andraste gazed up at the large, archaic building before her. She had remained close to her ship, but there was something about the temple that called to her.
The energy was dark, but it wasn't tainted. Andraste knew her daughter would be unaffected by it. She couldn't understand the Force energy of the child, as it had hints of both dark and light, at the same time she was affected by neither. Andraste looked down as the child shifted in her arms, opening her eyes and blinking curiously. Rays of the sun reflected off the crimson irises. Andraste smiled at her, moving her up to kiss her on the forehead.
"Your eyes remind me of red flowers. My favorites. Did you know that?"
Andraste closed her eyes, simply listening. The wind was salty, carrying the essence of the oceans all around her. The Force was immensely strong all around her, and it wasn't merely coming from the child in her arms. It was a baby, bundled up and asleep. Andraste glanced down at the child, the eyes closed and the breathing soft and gentle. Nothing about the child suggested that it wasn't human. However, she knew as soon as the baby opened her eyes, they would be crimson red, the eerie glow a permanent trademark of her father, who was the Dark Lord of the Sith. Nothing else outwardly suggested that there was any link between the two, save for the almost tangible Force energy emanating from such a small child.
Andraste suppressed thoughts of her time during pregnancy and the birth. The ordeal had only taken her about four months, the process sped up by the Force. She had grown quite attached to her daughter, falling in love with the way the baby smiled and giggled, completely unaffected by the darkness of her origins. A painful knot formed within Andraste's chest at the thought of parting with her daughter, but she knew there was no other way. She exhaled slowly, the wind brushing against her long, dark hair. Andraste gazed up at the large, archaic building before her. She had remained close to her ship, but there was something about the temple that called to her.
The energy was dark, but it wasn't tainted. Andraste knew her daughter would be unaffected by it. She couldn't understand the Force energy of the child, as it had hints of both dark and light, at the same time she was affected by neither. Andraste looked down as the child shifted in her arms, opening her eyes and blinking curiously. Rays of the sun reflected off the crimson irises. Andraste smiled at her, moving her up to kiss her on the forehead.
"Your eyes remind me of red flowers. My favorites. Did you know that?"