post-arc ishani sibwarra

It was morning at the Coruscant apartment of Ishani Sibwarra, Senator of Chaldea. She sat at the head of the table in a dining room filled with warm sunlight. Half-awake, still in her nightgown, her blonde hair an unbrushed mane, she munched on her cereal like she hadn’t eaten in days. Her two...

Chaldean Academy, Chaldea Music The room where the Mystics had chosen to meet had once been an ancient council chamber. The wooden table and chairs, relics of a bygone era, were antiques; a real fireplace, blackened with the remnants of long-dead fire, stood at the far end of the chamber...

A city square in Nezamiyeh, Chaldea While still recovering from the injuries he had sustained on Epoch, Ishani’s mentor Arlo Renard had refused to remain bedridden. “It’s bad for the constitution, just lying about all day long,” he had insisted. “You’ve got to keep moving if you want to heal...

Outskirts of Nezamiyeh, Chaldea Ishani had gone for a walk. She kept to paved sidewalks at first, moving over flattened ground. Then her feet found their way to a dirt road, well-trod, but rougher beneath her soles. Finally, she left the paths altogether, travelling out across grassy hills...

HER & THE SEA Nezamiyeh, Chaldea At eighteen, Ishani had run away from home. She had been compelled to return twice already in the years since, for one reason or another. By the third time, coming home had lost its sense of danger, any lingering concern that she’d be recognized having long...