A Pinch of Sugar (Nessa)

[Petra Cavataio]

[member=Nessarose deWinter]

Time moves on and waits for no one. Petra wanted to see who of old was around. So a message was sent to Endelaan in seeking Nessarose or her blood line. deWinters had their tricks to lasting longer than others, and Petra had a bit of hope resting on the tricks working out. The message was simple and sweet. It was a request for a meeting. A face to face at the Morte Clan’s stronghold on Dathomir. Same place that Petra remember Nessa had visited in the past. If Nessa was gone and was one with the force, then the request asked for the closest living deWinter to Nessa to come in her place. This addition to the request came because of time and uncertain future that could have fallen onto the deWinters.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Dathomir.

Nessarose sat in her cockpit, overlooking the planet that had once held wild beauty to her. She had spent numerous months during her childhood and early teen years on the planet, learning Witchcraft and the way of the Witches. Her parents had supported her will to study as much of the Force as she possibly could, and having the ruling Clan as family certainly made things easier. They had even forged an alliance later on, when Nessarose established herself as Queen of Endelaan.

But that was centuries ago. Nessarose had spent the last four hundred years as a rock, and was just now getting re-acquainted with the universe as it currently was. The timing of the call received on Endelaan was...

Just the kind of a thing any of her family would do, regardless of distance.

So she had packed some food with her for the trip, and here she was now, happily munching on some potato chips while Shiny began to break into Dathomir's atmosphere. It wasn't long before she touched ground and jumped off her ship, roaring like a tickled rancor as soon as the planet's air touched her face.


[member="Petra Cavataio"]