Kiskla Grayson-Matteo
Redeemer
Kiffu
Following the events of the evening prior
Kiskla woke on her own time, which was closer to ten in the morning, than it was to nine. The planet would be rising in a groggy state from the prior evening's events. Kiffar young and old, good and evil had drawn together in a time of conversation and history, exploring their heritage. They were traditionalists to the core. Following the events of the evening prior
Unfortunately, beyond their history, Kiskla wasn't a traditionalist. If she was, perhaps she wouldn't have been doing deals with a Sith when she was a High Councillor for The Jedi. Still, The Republic was a train that couldn't be stopped and she felt like it was going to derail it soon. If she wanted to keep it alive, she'd have to step up her game against those that threatened to oppose it; that meant expanding her horizons with what she armed herself with. Foraying into that, meant she could compromise her people if a link was made -- therefore she needed to conceal her identity while bolstering her prowess. As it was, opportunity had waltzed it's way (literally) into her sphere and she'd taken it by the hand. Unfortunately, it gripped her right back and now she had agreed to give a Sith insights into a powerful ability.
This idea haunted her as she rose and washed the course of the evening from her body. After the main event, a few of her ladies in..waiting I suppose you could call them? whisked her away and they'd drunk a little more than Kiskla often thought suitable. Oh well, at least she was waking up without a headach---oh. There it was.
She stepped from the refresher and drew her towel around her with The Force while rubbing her pulsating eyes, trying to ignore the throbbing rather than address it. Kiskla and alcohol didn't mix, no matter the little amount.
Her molecules quickly went to work, diluting what was interfering with her bloodstream and conflicting with her ability to function comfortably. A brief introduction of what was to come today for @[member="Valik"].
It didn't take long for the young woman to get into her casual attire and make her way from her quarters, through the courtyards, and to the designated facilities. Where The Guardians trained.
The sun was already high in the sky, and waves of heat radiated from the walkway that surrounded the perimeter of the training facilities. Kiskla squinted momentarily, lessening the intensity of her blue eyes against her darkly painted veil before slipping inside the stone dojo to meet her temporary guest.