Jonyna Si
Giran Thraker
Ko Vuto
Sharp, feline slits slowly relaxed as the stranger turned out to be, not Rayia's dreaded sister or mother come to take her back, but a stocky man with a mop of brown hair, clear blue eyes and a slight scar under one eye. Rayia could feel her beastial side's internal growling tapered away into a confused chuff of discontent. Golden eyes swept the room, coming to land on Jonyna as the Cathar introduced the man as her boyfriend. Rayia's ear flicked curiously up and down, as if to confirm that she had heard Jonyna correctly. Being from Weik, Rayia wasn't entirely familiar with the broader galactic skein.
'Our windships crashed on Weik so long ago, I am not even sure there is an Elder alive who could remember everything,' she thought. Still, Rayia was aware of the tidbits of Jonyna's history. She was aware that her master had spent a significant amount of time frozen before joining the dawn world once more. She'd seen Jonyna at home amongst her tribe, shouldering the great responsibility of initiating tribemembers into maturity through their trials. It was a position Rayia would have held at some point, and she found the experience vicariously satiating since she was deprived of the opportunity.
'At least one of us can face their tribe with pride,' Rayia thought bitterly feeling the beast roil within her at the thought.
Rayia shook the thought away and latched onto another one instead. She remembered when Jonyna's position within the tribe had been revealed to her. How she had attempted to attribute the esteemed title of Elder SI on Jonyna in reverence of this fact, only to be told that Jonyna would prefer that Rayia didn't use it.
"Hello Giran? Or perhaps should I call you Elder Giran?" Rayia asked, tilting her head to one side in puzzlement. It made sense to her. Elders in the Feral Queen's Tribe were those with refined wisdom or prowess of the hunt.
'Giran must be considered one by now,' Rayia considered, noting Jonyna's point about having taught her the use of the fang and hunt.
Her attention switched to her ecstatic master, and Rayia honed in once again.
"May I continue my set while we talk, Jonyna? I am already so far behind." Rayia took up a ready stance again, and began to run through a simple drill of the stances. It was rather simplistic, but Rayia was still acclimating to the use of a lightsaber as opposed to her fang. She started with a small cut down low, then transitioned to a high guard, overhead cut, disengage, and finally to a low guard on the alternate side. Her eyes glanced between the two, then asked the question she was most eager to know. She could feel it crawling up her throat as she spoke.
"So...how did you two meeet~?"