Fabula Caromed
Belle of the Brawl
Coronet City, Corellia
As the Bloody Pilgrim set down in Coronet City's spaceport, Fabula had to actively concentrate to stop herself from being overwhelmed. She'd felt powerful planetary spirits before, but nothing like this. There was a strange dichotomy to Corellia's aura, half-tamed, half-wild, and that was curious, but what caught her attention was the sheer potency of the Force on the planet. Where Coruscant felt muted and dead, Corellia was so very alive. She could practically taste the Force in the air, as thick as when she wandered around the Coruscant Temple.
It was only that thick when there were powerful Force sensitives nearby.
She couldn't sit around meditating on Corellia's spirit all day long, though, if for no other reason than because the docking authorities would very much enjoy her paying for the privilege of landing. Her ship lurched to a halt and Fabula made a point of clipping Alndys Merrill's toolbelt tighter to her waist, using the security of knowing her lightsabers were close at hand as a bit of a security blanket. Tapping a few buttons on her console's touchscreen, she transferred her docking money to the spaceport's account, siphoning just a bit more from the tiny stipend she had earned doing salvage work with Alna. She'd need to go find some more time for that, too; she was starting to run a little low.
At the bottom of the boarding ramp, though, she had to blink and check her datapad to make sure she had actually left Coruscant. To someone so wrapped up in the natural, wild Force, Coronet City felt very much like the galactic capital. It was one more place she hadn't been, one more place she felt called to go to, but she didn't have to like it. It was wild, it was vibrant, and it was unnatural in the purest sense of the word. Such conflict simply shouldn't have existed, and definitely not on such scale. There was something sick here, if not on a metaphysical level then definitely on a spiritual one. She'd have her work cut out for her.
Fabs wandered her aimless way into Coronet City's skyways, her heart open to the Force to attempt to find the source of the spiritual knot that had smacked her in the face when she touched down. Something was going to go down. She simply had to wait around until it happened, and make sure that it was resolved in the best interests of the Force.
@[member="Jacen Cavill"]
As the Bloody Pilgrim set down in Coronet City's spaceport, Fabula had to actively concentrate to stop herself from being overwhelmed. She'd felt powerful planetary spirits before, but nothing like this. There was a strange dichotomy to Corellia's aura, half-tamed, half-wild, and that was curious, but what caught her attention was the sheer potency of the Force on the planet. Where Coruscant felt muted and dead, Corellia was so very alive. She could practically taste the Force in the air, as thick as when she wandered around the Coruscant Temple.
It was only that thick when there were powerful Force sensitives nearby.
She couldn't sit around meditating on Corellia's spirit all day long, though, if for no other reason than because the docking authorities would very much enjoy her paying for the privilege of landing. Her ship lurched to a halt and Fabula made a point of clipping Alndys Merrill's toolbelt tighter to her waist, using the security of knowing her lightsabers were close at hand as a bit of a security blanket. Tapping a few buttons on her console's touchscreen, she transferred her docking money to the spaceport's account, siphoning just a bit more from the tiny stipend she had earned doing salvage work with Alna. She'd need to go find some more time for that, too; she was starting to run a little low.
At the bottom of the boarding ramp, though, she had to blink and check her datapad to make sure she had actually left Coruscant. To someone so wrapped up in the natural, wild Force, Coronet City felt very much like the galactic capital. It was one more place she hadn't been, one more place she felt called to go to, but she didn't have to like it. It was wild, it was vibrant, and it was unnatural in the purest sense of the word. Such conflict simply shouldn't have existed, and definitely not on such scale. There was something sick here, if not on a metaphysical level then definitely on a spiritual one. She'd have her work cut out for her.
Fabs wandered her aimless way into Coronet City's skyways, her heart open to the Force to attempt to find the source of the spiritual knot that had smacked her in the face when she touched down. Something was going to go down. She simply had to wait around until it happened, and make sure that it was resolved in the best interests of the Force.
@[member="Jacen Cavill"]