Goddess
It was an odd few weeks for Petra. Learning about things she missed during her time asleep, it was clearly a mistake to have slumbered so long. One thing was good about what she did do. None of her blood had to go through what the galaxy went through. It was time to see what this darkness did to the land she called home.
Getting a small ship was a tough negotiation from the Republic, she still got one to least get her to Dathomir. She landed it where she normally went when coming to the planet. A spaceport that existed in her time and now was a field in the mountains. Walking on the grass, she went over to the crumbling arch way. Through the entrance, the signs were clear. The strong hold was abandon so long ago. It was slightly depressing to see the work undone with time and her actions.
Petra had to leave and search for answers. Clans that had their roots in the formation of the ways of the Witches would still be around. They were rocks compare to her sand castle of a clan. From where she was to where she desire to go, it was going to be a long walk.
The days were long as she walked over the land. She focused her time thinking of what she missed. It was a little difficult to wrap her head around the almost seven hundred years missed. Getting to the stronghold of the Singing Mountain Clan was a relief; she now had to deal with the unknown. She did not know the state of Dathomir but knew this clan had a hand to the pulse.
The Sentries stopped Petra at the entrance and she politely asked for an audience with the Clan Mother of Singing Mountain. The old witch had no clue who it was. She hoped that she got to speak with her or else her traveling was for nothing.
@[member="Satara Hawk"]
Getting a small ship was a tough negotiation from the Republic, she still got one to least get her to Dathomir. She landed it where she normally went when coming to the planet. A spaceport that existed in her time and now was a field in the mountains. Walking on the grass, she went over to the crumbling arch way. Through the entrance, the signs were clear. The strong hold was abandon so long ago. It was slightly depressing to see the work undone with time and her actions.
Petra had to leave and search for answers. Clans that had their roots in the formation of the ways of the Witches would still be around. They were rocks compare to her sand castle of a clan. From where she was to where she desire to go, it was going to be a long walk.
The days were long as she walked over the land. She focused her time thinking of what she missed. It was a little difficult to wrap her head around the almost seven hundred years missed. Getting to the stronghold of the Singing Mountain Clan was a relief; she now had to deal with the unknown. She did not know the state of Dathomir but knew this clan had a hand to the pulse.
The Sentries stopped Petra at the entrance and she politely asked for an audience with the Clan Mother of Singing Mountain. The old witch had no clue who it was. She hoped that she got to speak with her or else her traveling was for nothing.
@[member="Satara Hawk"]