Anara Valnor
The Crimson Siren
Corellia
The sea rose and fell beneath her in a gentle fashion, cradling her easily. She could have fallen asleep there upon the waters surface, but she did not wish to die via a lungful of water. Time held no meaning as she floated there weightless and carefree.
By the time her eyes fluttered open once more it was clear that a good deal of time had slipped through her fingers. The sun had traveled across the sky, and her fingers and toes were wrinkled, but not an ounce of regret settled upon her. The time lost had been well spent in her mind. Righting herself in the water she was pleased to see that she hadn't drifted far from the shore.
A short swim later she was walking back onto the beach, her hands busy wringing water from her hair. Taking a seat upon her towel she began to braid her hair, tying the end off with a bit of leather. At her side rested her bag and guitar, neither of which had been disturbed while she was in the water. She was alone upon the beach save for a few locals enjoying the tranquil day in a fashion similar to her own.
A light smile touch her lips as she slid her shades back over her feral orbs. Reaching into her bag she pulled out her book and opened it up where she had left off. Laying back upon her towel Anara sighed, completely at ease. Just by looking at her you would never know she was a Sith Lord.