Red bow lips went curving into a faint smile, the dark black cowl shading the upper half of a woman's face, intricate gold lattice threads dangling from the headdress underneath. Here, within the depths of this long forgotten temple, Darth Isolda stood, a single tattooed hand lightly grazing over a small stone fountain, where water lightly bubbled forth over a basin only to waterfall down towards the floor, where it twisted and carved its way through the ruins and into the outside jungle.
Here she stood. Waiting.
The sound of rippling water would be a guide, the cooling liquid a faint call in the distance of the vast ruins within the jungle canopy. Mossy stone ruins were scattered across the terrain, with thick verdant vines clinging to their surface. A thick mist floated in the air, making it difficult to see beyond an area of about five feet.
But if you followed the bubbling water coming from the half buried temple ruins, the vast cave like entrance would not be difficult to find. There was a dark energy that lingered her, like a putrid ooze that clung with tar-like consistency to one's very soul.
Dangers lurked within the shadows of the petra temple and it's surrounding jungle. It was a perilous journey, but the rewards would be worth it.
For few had ever set foot within the walls of the Library of Silversisi for millenniums.