Private Bad News, Sisters and Dathomir

[Dreidi Xeraic]

Location: Dathomir
Outfit: Witch
Companion: Grisial
Equipment: Lightsaber, Ichor sword and Dathomiri Energy Bow
Tag: Nitya Xeraic

"Coordinate the younger sisters for a lesson tomorrow, I think I need to provide a lesson in combat and ichor swords. Important in fighting Force Users." Dreidi commented to Grisial who worked often as Dreidi's right hand in dealing with the training and students for the enclave. Dreidi sighed deeply, "I was thinking to do it today but my sister's arrival is going to prevent that from happening and probably for the best." Hearing of her sister's intentions to come visit Dreidi on Dathomir gave mixed feelings, mixed feelings were mostly due to the recent events surrounding their mother. She could only hope that Nitya had been informed. Dreidi would forever hate Jax if he did not ensure that all of their family knew about the circumstances of their mother and the efforts being made for her rescue.

Dreidi was excited to see Nitya as well though. It had been a bit since she last seen her sister and she was hopeful to see Nitya again soon and to do the teaching for Dathomiri Magick as well as sharing the history of their clan. Something that seemed to go back thousands of years on the planet. And provided some insight into how their father was. Dathomir spoke through him, even if he didn't realise it at the time. And Dreidi wanted to make sure that Nitya got to experience it all.

"Coordinate the students then come meet me at the docking bay. I am sure you will love to meet Nitya again." Dreidi smirked to Grisial who bounced off in an excited hurry. Dreidi was glad to have him around, he demonstrated the feelings that she was having, focusing more on the positives than the negatives. Dreidi headed to the docks where Nitya's ship would land, it was made to ensure that when the Jedi did visit years ago, they would get a chance to interact with and talk with the witches within the enclave and avoid any negative interactions outside of the enclave. As well as lowering the risks to disturbing the fauna around them as well. It was all too easy to find dangerous wildlife looking for a fight around here.

Arriving at the docking bay, Dreidi breathed in deeply, hoping to have a good time with her sister and perhaps do some coordinating on rescuing their mother as well.

 

[Nitya Xeraic]

The ship did not linger in the sky any longer than necessary. Nitya guided it down with quiet precision, the descent controlled and unhurried as the terrain of Dathomir rose to meet her. Even before the landing struts touched the platform, she could feel the shift in the air around her, not physical or environmental, but something deeper, threaded through the Force itself. Dathomir was nothing like Oralis Prime. It did not flow so much as press, dense and layered, carrying an older and sharper presence that did not simply exist but watched, coiled beneath the surface of everything. It did not welcome. It tested. And she did not resist it. She allowed it to settle against her awareness, neither yielding nor pushing back, simply acknowledging it for what it was.

The ship came to rest with a soft hiss, systems winding down as she rose from the cockpit. Her movements remained steady as she crossed the interior and made her way toward the ramp, her awareness already extending outward, reaching for the presence she knew she would find. She could feel her closer now, familiar in a way that resonated through her with a quiet certainty.

When the ramp lowered, Nitya stepped out into the open air, her posture composed, her presence steady against the weight of the world around her. Dark, fitted clothing moved easily with her as she descended, practical as always, her gaze lifting immediately to the figure waiting at the docking bay.

Dreidi. There was no surprise in her expression, but there was something lighter now, something that softened the edges of her usual reserve.

"It suits you," she said as she approached, her voice carrying easily across the space between them.

Her gaze shifted briefly past Dreidi, taking in the structure around them, the arrangement of stone and wood, the deliberate shaping of the environment, the way the place bore the imprint of intention rather than chance. When her attention returned, it carried a quiet note of recognition.

"There is purpose in it," she added. "That feels like you."

She came to a stop a short distance away, though this time the distance felt natural rather than measured, as if she had not bothered to calculate it with the same precision she once would have.

"It is different from Oralis Prime," she continued, a faint thread of curiosity weaving through her tone. "Louder, in its own way."

Her gaze settled fully on Dreidi again, and for a brief moment, she allowed herself to simply look, not analyzing or assessing, but acknowledging the simple fact of her presence.

"You invited me to your world," Nitya said, quieter now, the words carrying a sincerity she rarely voiced. "It seemed right to come."

A small pause followed, and this time the shift in her expression was unmistakably warmer, subtle but present. "I would like to see what you have found here," she said. "And what you have made of it." Her eyes drifted briefly toward the surrounding lands before returning to Dreidi, the movement thoughtful rather than distant.

"And I would like to understand our father's side of things properly." The intent in her voice was clear, but it carried no distance, no guardedness, only a desire to understand something she had avoided for too long.

Then, after a moment, she let something softer surface, something that belonged less to the Jedi and more to the sister standing in front of her. "It has been too long."

For a brief moment, she hesitated, not out of uncertainty, but because the gesture did not come as naturally to her as words shaped by discipline. Then she closed the remaining distance, her movements still controlled but no longer measured in the same way.

Her arms came around Dreidi in a quiet, steady embrace, held just long enough to be real before she eased back again. "It is good to see you."

Dreidi Xeraic

 

[Dreidi Xeraic]

Location: Dathomir
Outfit: Witch
Companion: Grisial
Equipment: Lightsaber, Ichor sword and Dathomiri Energy Bow
Tag: Nitya Xeraic

Dreidi's eyes lingered on Nitya, the witch was attempting to discern from just appearances if her sister knew what was going on with their mother. It was impossible to tell, she could not figure out how the Echani were able to read the body so well to form a language within it. She shook her head with a heavy sigh. There was no way to just casually bring it up and Dreidi didn't want Nitya out of the loop on the issue. However, she couldn't also launch into the topic without dampening the mood in an instant. Instead, Dreidi decided to just go with the flow and discuss the matter when there was an appropriate moment.

"The Force here is built upon a connection with the ancestors of Dathomir. Thousands of generations echoing through us, deafening for some but there is some harmony to it." Her voice was deeper, aged in a way that both natural and unnatural. Embracing the full Dathomiri ways had deepened Dreidi's connection to the Magick and it changed her physically as well as the aura she held in the Force. There was times that her voice spoke with the voices of many not just her own. But it had deepened when going through that change as well.

Nodding her head, "I am glad you are here. There has been a lot that I wished to discuss and I would love to show you around as well. I think it is important to explore the past, gives us understanding of the mindset of those in the present. Also, the history of our clan is an interesting one. We were not like the Nightsisters that hold an infamous reputation around the galaxy." Dreidi begun the conversation on their clan origins, she wanted to inform Nitya on the difference that clans could have. And how theirs differed from the most famous of witches.

"Some of our clan were strong warriors, fast, deadly with blades and with teleportation abilities. Difficult to counter." Dreidi explained, she followed the witches who were warriors like that, as did Yuroic and Aileni. All three were more of the warrior archetypes than anything else. "However, some were passionate on healing and teaching. This temple was where our clan taught others. It was home to several clans at one point, training and learning together as a community. Growing larger as a group."

"I have some records and logs in the archives that I suspect have some family connections from thousands of years ago. Before the Republic was even a concept." Dreidi mentioned as she smiled, "we can go there immediately so you can see them for yourself, learn the history on this location as well as what our family clan desired to become."

Pausing, she hugged Nitya back and knew that the matter could not wait. "Have you had a chance to talk with Jax recently. By recently, I mean very recently. There has been some big news." There was a serious look on Dreidi's face, showing that this was not a joking matter or one that she was really wanting to discuss but one that needed to be discussed.

 

[Nitya Xeraic]

Nitya listened closely as Dreidi spoke, her attention fixed not only on the words themselves but on the subtle shifts within her sister that those words revealed. The deeper cadence of her voice, the layered presence beneath it, the way Dathomir had marked her without erasing who she had always been, different, yes, but not unrecognizable. Not to her.

When Dreidi spoke of their clan, of teachers and healers standing beside warriors, something in Nitya's expression eased, a quiet softening that rarely surfaced outside moments like this.

"I would like that very much," she said, her tone calm but carrying a warmth she reserved for very few. "To see the records. To understand what came before us."

Her gaze drifted briefly across the enclave, as though she could almost see the generations that had once filled the space, voices, rituals, knowledge passed hand to hand until time thinned it.

"I am no warrior," she continued, returning her attention fully to Dreidi. "If there are teachings on healing, on guidance, on how they preserved rather than destroyed, those are what I would like to learn."

There was no apology in the statement, only the steady certainty of someone who knew exactly where her strengths rested and had no desire to pretend otherwise.

But when Dreidi's demeanor shifted, when the seriousness settled into her posture and her voice, the warmth of reunion tightened into something sharper. Nitya's focus sharpened with it, immediate and unhesitating.

"No," she answered, the single word quiet but firm. "The last time I spoke with Jax was before he and our mother were married."

A small pause followed, the weight of years settling between them like dust disturbed by a long-closed door.

"It has been many years."

Her gaze held on Dreidi now, steady, searching, the kind of look that cut through surface explanations and reached for the truth beneath them.

"What happened?"

The question carried no fear and no panic, only the gravity of someone who understood that whatever came next mattered, and that she would face it with her sister, not apart from her.

Dreidi Xeraic