Budding Branches

[Mediha]

It was good to get time away from Darius. She had been saddled with the Jedi for weeks now, weeks long enough to know where each of them stood with one another as well as what she needed to do. She had goals. The decimation of her clan had been devastating, but Mediha would not let that hold her back. [member="Têhra"] had given her the idea-- or, at least, the assurance that her new goal was a possibility. Rebuilding a clan was never easy, but out in the wide galaxy it could prove even more difficult. Individuals were scattered over worlds rather than miles; the pool for recruitment, though, could prove a wider one.

Therefore, when [member="Darius"] had said he needed to make a stop on Seltos, Mediha had voluntarily let him handle his business while she explored one of the many unknown planets the galaxy had to offer. Darius had seemed concerned, but Mediha couldn't tell if it was for her well-being because she was new to the galaxy at large or for the well-being of others because she was going to be outside of his line of sight. He knew her choice to leave his side had to be for her own reasons; she wouldn't have left him otherwise, as his comfort was not particularly important.

Perhaps for both reasons, then.

The truth was that this world offered her one of the first opportunities she had had to expand her clan beyond herself and Têhra. There might end up being no one viable here, but Mediha wouldn't miss the opportunity to see if others like Têhra existed in the galaxy: women in situations not to their liking who had the potential to be more, do more, and the desire to be part of a community with bonds deeper, often, than those between blood-kin.

Clad in loose, wide black pants, an ivory shirt and a black jacket, Mediha blended into the crowded market area. Her magickal senses were open, ready to warn her of Force- or magickally-inclined individuals, but none had presented as anything more than a sparkle to her senses yet. The world was primarily agricultural; cities like this one were few and far between. Darius had mentioned something about visiting a nature preserve, but Mediha thought she would save that until she had done the rounds in the populated areas first. Later, if there was time, that might be an option.

She kept her earpiece in, ready to turn back to the ship when Darius called if nothing fruitful presented itself, but busied herself with sorting through baubles and vibrantly colored fruits at the different stalls arrayed along the storefronts. A faint vibration niggled at the edge of her senses and she paused, waiting to see if it would move closer. Was it nothing more than a ghost? An echo of something small? Setting the large fruit-- vegetable?-- back into its crate, Mediha moved in the direction of the vibration in the hopes of making the signal more clear.

[member="Clara Bovet"]

 

[Clara Bovet]

Clara was sent on a diplomatic mission by Castiel to the barren planet of Seltros. She was tasked with delivering and presenting the peace treaty to the surface dwellers which had gone through what she assumed to be many others hands by now. However the king had strictly told her not to look upon the treaty, tempting as it may be. Either way it wasn't something she was exactly looking forward to. Despite whatever interests she had, the interests of the kingdom was what came first...for now, and the princess understood that. Castiel was radical, but he wasn't stupid. That is why he didn't kill Clara so many months ago when he slaughtered half of her family and took the trident. He saw the power in her. And he promised her that she would receive the training she wanted soon enough.

As the Aquar ship landed on one of the agricultural planets spaceports she was greeted from her chambers by a few guards. Though all the seventeen year old girl really cared about was Theo. Her beloved knight in shining armor. Clara obeyed them and let them escort her out, even though she was fine with being on her own, she guessed she was important enough now to actually need the protection. When they stepped out she could feel the dreaded pressure of many eyes on upon her. Afterall they had to make it such a big show. Even if they were attacked though, Clara felt strongly that she could easily destroy anything in her way. She was by no means a master but she had received some form of magic training by the healers of her kingdom. Then again she had never seen the power of a true force user.

Once she reached the exit of the spaceport she was greeted by a heavily dressed man. She assumed he was important but the choice of clothing was offensive to an Aquar. As in her culture showing oneself clothed is to shame one's family and one's body, unless it is armor one is wearing. Though despite such traditions her brother insisted she wore clothing as to not insult the surface dwellers. He had adorned her in a beautiful dress lines with gemstones and golden laced scales. When the man first laid eyes upon her he seemed to be a bit taken back by her scaly skin, gills, and fins which sprouted from her arms and legs.

"It is an honor to make your acquaintance. May I ask who you are?" She was given a name, the king told her she was to be escorted by a noble priest by the name of Gafistel Nortailia.

"Yes princess," He bowed and spoke with pride. "I am the priest of this world known by the name Gafistel."

Princess Clara nodded to her guards and stepped on the large speeder with the priest. "Stay here." She spoke to the Aquar guards as the speeded flew off into the city.

[member="Mediha"]

 

[Mediha]

It was growing closer. Mediha took up position at an intersection and waited.

It was easy to identify the person she wanted: there was only one speeder coming toward her at the time and it had a limited number of occupants. The Nightsister watched it pass and stepped slightly into the street to keep an eye on where it went. When the speeder touched down, she dampened her own magickal presence on the off-chance that the fairly powerful young woman could sense her. And it was the woman. Blue, scaled, garbed in a ridiculous level of riches, she was like no one Mediha had seen before, but she knew better than to attribute such obvious signs to luck. She sent a brief thanks to the Fanged Goddess for assisting her in her goals. Just in case, the brunette spent a few more moments observing the pair. The person she was with also was unusually well-dressed for a local, but that simply spoke of someone of rank, which meant the girl was as well.

Hm. Most strings can be cut.

Mediha walked a ways down the street before crossing to the other side, glancing periodically at the building the girl was entering to keep track of her progress. As they disappeared inside, Mediha let her own magick wash over her again, hiding her to the sight of all mortal creatures. Safely invisible, she jogged down the street and slipped inside the same building the girl was entering. She could have waited, but Mediha saw no sense in wasting time standing around when she could simply make an audience for herself as needed. After all, other than the girl, no one locally was enough to worry about, except perhaps Darius, who wouldn't know about her errand until after the fact. Once inside, it took her a moment to locate the proper direction and then she eased her way around servants and other individuals until she located the proper room. The door was half-closed, but just wide enough that Mediha was able to ease in without moving it at all.


[member="Clara Bovet"]