Rhyse Calder
Kellan Jericho
Jand Talo
Kyric
Alexandra Feanor
Jasper Kai'el
Scherezade blinked once at Jasper's explanation, then let out a sharp, musical laugh that echoed strangely through the ruins.
"Oh. Found family," she purred, as if tasting the words on her tongue. She could smell the blood, but adopting someone into the family was something that bypassed that. There was no blood shared between her sister and the Wolf Queen either, but they were chosen sisters nonetheless.
But he said something else. Something
dangerous. And that something was the word
Mandalorian. There was a blood feud between the Mando clans and the deWinter family, though she doubted he was old enough to know so, even if he seemed old to the Sithling. Still, they were well past the days where merely hearing the name would send her into a blind rage attack. She was maintaining self-control.
For now.
The pebble she'd been toying with zipped away, pinging against a cracked pillar before bouncing back into her palm. With a casual flick, she unwrapped the protein bar Jasper had produced without ever touching it, sending the wrapper fluttering to the floor. She held the bar aloft in the air between them, turning it slowly, lazily, in orbit around his head.
And then
Rhyse Calder
spoke.
Her gaze snapped to him, glowing green eyes flashing as if the shadows in the corners of the library had deepened just a little more. She tilted her head, studying him like a curious child inspecting a bug she might pluck the legs off of. She didn't even want to take his scent.
"Ohhh," she drawled, voice lilting with amusement,
"one of those. The ones who shout 'Sith!' and reach for their toys before their brains catch up."
What a silly little boy. He voiced his disdain for the Sith and stated he refused to deal with them, and demanded they deal with her. Most Jedi she had come across weren't great about manners, or maintaining inner logic. Guess that one was no different.
She returned her focus to Jasper, seeing the others remained still in the time that had elapsed.
"Looks like your underlings disagree with you," she pointed out, her tone light, almost cheerful. She'd absolutely taken a wild guess about the hierarchy between the people in front of her. She hoped that unlike with the adoption thing, she was actually right this time,
"do you want to take ten to talk it out amongst you and let me know what you decide?"
Now there
was the boy thing to consider. She wouldn't be able to use the blood, but it didn't meant she had nothing in her backpack that could be of help.
"If the little one starts waving his laser sword or steel I'm going to lose interest. I know things. You want things. That means, for now, I'm more useful than the rest of you put together."
Before they had a moment to actually respond to that, she grabbed the granola bar out of the air with her hand, took a bite, and gave it a few chews.
"It's kind of dry," she admitted,
"anyone have some water?"
