Through the trudging snow she ventured, each step causing a ripple through the foundations of the ice and threatening continuously to shatter the crystalline structure. The myriad of pure white in the distance, with a slight tinge of blue to the horizon, was breathtakingly beautiful, even in the eyes of the Sith Knight who pressed on through the cold. She felt at home here on Ziost, the planet where much had transpired in her past. It was here that she had been found by Dranok, later turning out to be her Father none the less, and it had spun into reality a whole array of events which transpired.
The Umbaran paused to contemplate her surroundings, before slumping down to the ground - not in defeat or fatigue but in pure contemplation. Much had changed, too much in fact, in the past thirteen years. The very foundations of the Sith had fallen and been rebuilt, she had faced Jedi and Sith alike, as well as innumerable other threats, she had taken lives and built them from the ground up. Subjugated, infiltrated, invaded... She had lied and manipulated and deceived, but she had also done some small measures of good - saving Ashborn from a fate worse than death, aiding the young Heavenshield in his learnings...
Not that she was looking to do good, of course. No, it had merely transpired naturally. Now, with a small frown, she stared around herself, from the crystalized mountains down to the frozen lakes. This world breathed beauty, but also isolation...