Darth Daiara
Metamorphosis
Aradia froze like a child caught with their hand in a cookie jar. She knew at once why Kaalia was here. She had been ignoring the warnings that common sense had been screaming at her. She didn't want to listen to that voice, instead she had unconsciously opted to push the limits of Kaalia's patience.
She just didn't feel good. She didn't want to talk. Kaalia was not blind to Aradia's new struggles. The woman knew her better than anyone else. Perhaps that was why she chased Aradia down at the first sign of silence.
Aradia should feel good about a gesture like that. She only felt hallow.
"Zaavrik... meet my master, Master this is--Wait." Her unwilling words quickly turned sharp. She stepped forward, unphased by Zaavik's saber as she looked between the two. "You know each other?"
Master was no longer the appropriate title for Kaalia, but it was a lot easier to say than 'Mom'. Aradia had not adjusted well from apprentice to daughter, but she managed an impressive amount of indignation as she jumped to conclusions.
"Have you been following me?"
She just didn't feel good. She didn't want to talk. Kaalia was not blind to Aradia's new struggles. The woman knew her better than anyone else. Perhaps that was why she chased Aradia down at the first sign of silence.
Aradia should feel good about a gesture like that. She only felt hallow.
"Zaavrik... meet my master, Master this is--Wait." Her unwilling words quickly turned sharp. She stepped forward, unphased by Zaavik's saber as she looked between the two. "You know each other?"
Master was no longer the appropriate title for Kaalia, but it was a lot easier to say than 'Mom'. Aradia had not adjusted well from apprentice to daughter, but she managed an impressive amount of indignation as she jumped to conclusions.
"Have you been following me?"
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