Dalyc'vod Jorhaa'ir

[Anija Betna]

[member="Devorah Khaladan"]

Betna Homestead
Approximately a week before Anija and Arrbi leave for their honeymoon.

The house was quiet, or relatively so. Arrbi had left perhaps an hour ago to run errands before heading in to do some work at the Mandal Munitions shop. It wasn't often that Anija had some to herself these days with everything going on. As such, she intended to take advantage of it. There hadn't been much opportunity for Anija to spend time with any of her sisters of late, what with each of them absorbed in their own lives. It didn't mean she loved them any less.

During the convocation of Mandalorians several weeks back, and even back during Gilamar's funeral, Anija had noticed the woman who had kept close to Azrael. Devorah Khaladan..... A jetti, if Anija's senses in the Force were to be trusted. There were times she was unsure of her own abilities, certainly. And to be honest, she'd not met to many other Force users aside from those few in the Silver Jedi. And Ember. A smile touched her lips then. Ember had... well. She found what he had given her hard to quantify. He'd not taught her a lot of fancy skills. But she didn't really need them. At her core, she was very practical person.

As such, he'd taught her many things which would prove useful throughout her service with the Mandalorian military forces, and in her personal life. Force piloting - if almost crashing into the Wheel could be counted. She chuckled and shook her head as she remembered Ember's reaction. She was good at that. She'd brought them out of hyperspace a lot closer than he'd anticipated. She found herself smiling again as she remembered the mission that had brought them there, and how she'd convinced the man to part with the location of the Coronet. Nothing bad, just a little persuasion.

Sipping slowly at her behot she sighed softly, and typed out a careful message to the woman. Ms. Khaladan... you might not know who I am, but I know of you. If you have time... I'd like to meet. Perhaps we can talk. I feel there are some things I need to discuss. Just those few words left a weight sitting on her heart. Ordo. Her chest clenched. She remembered Aeten II and Teta all too well. And yet, she stil felt a bit responsible. She had been trying to shake him free of the Dark Lord's grip... and she had shot out his knee... only to have the spirit force Ordo to injure himself further.

For a moment, she slipped slowly at her behot and sighed once more. She was trying desperately not to slip into a feeling of... worry... frustration. Feth, if she was being honest, it was desperation. She cautiously was reaching out to a woman she barely knew. Manda, she knew she really shouldn't be beating herself up over Teta... and yet, this most recent development had disturbed her greatly. She'd not been involved in the last few campaigns, and the news from the efforts at Esfandia was....distressing. Ordo had been arrested. A hard cold lump settled in her stomach. What were they going to do to him....?

 

[Devorah Verd]

Keldabe City. It was a welcome site in her chestnut gaze, especially from the vantage point of the balcony she stood on. The breeze toyed with her loose curls and the silken fabric of the robe wrapped around her slender form. It was good to be somewhere she thought of as home, Devorah mused, to have a place that occupied the corner of her heart that Coruscant had sought to ruin. Of course, it helped that the reason lay asleep in the bed behind her.

A soft glance and a warm smile were cast over her shoulder, the woman taking a moment to admire the form only partially covered by the sheets. [member="Azrael"] had so swiftly navigated what she had thought were the solid walls around her heart that it still startled her at times. The gentle beeping of her datapad drew her out of her reverie, however, and her brow furrowed slightly as she set aside her mug of stimcaf. The datapad levitated to her fingers, and she swiftly called the message up on the screen.

It was not a frequency she recognized, but she had heard the name attached to it before. Devorah let out the breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding, a touch of concern crossing her features as she read the words once more.

Ms. Khaladan... you might not know who I am, but I know of you. If you have time... I'd like to meet. Perhaps we can talk. I feel there are some things I need to discuss.

It was not within her nature as a woman or a Jedi to deny such a request. Quickly, she tapped in a response. Azrael has spoken highly of you, and though I wished to meet you at the Ka'ra the circumstances did not permit it. I would be happy to come see you...look for my arrival in approximately one hour. With the message sent, the woman reclaimed her stimcaf and finished off it's contents. It did not take her long to get ready - she was not the vain type of creature that needed to spend hours upon a simple process. Her cinnamon locks were lefts loose, tumbling to her waist, as fingers smoothed out the soft blue fabric of her tunic and robe. Her lightsaber, a simple, utilitarian hilt, was safely ensconced in a sheath on her right thigh. Her BOAR-D was still secure down in the 'speeder, as she'd not retrieved since returning from the range the day before.

Devorah leaned over Azrael and kissed him soundly, waking him enough to tell him where she was going before she urged him to rest a little longer. She doubted he would, but at least the effort had been made. Soon enough, she was behind the controls of the 'speeder, the coordinates Anija sent plugged into the navigation for assistance. She was beginning to learn Keldabe itself, but beyond the city limits and she was utterly lost. That happened when you were born and raised on Coruscant and hadn't seen grass or sky until you were in your twenties.

She enjoyed the drive out to the homestead, reveling in the warmth of the sun and the beauty of the scenery as she passed. It wasn't terribly long, either, but enough to leave the hustle of the city behind and embrace the country instead. Perhaps, she mused as she parked out front, a little conversation with her cyar'ika would not be amiss.

 

[Anija Betna]

Betna Homestead

The buzzing of Anija's datapad against the kitchen table shook her from her thoughts. The reply had come sooner than she'd thought it might. And, it was promising. She smiled slightly and sipped at her behot again. She'd have company within the hour. This should be... interesting. And, she hoped that perhaps she'd finally be able to talk to someone. Even weeks later, Anija still partially blamed herself. Shaking her head at that train of thought,Anija stood and set her mug in the sink before going to dress. She wore no armor today, merely a worn coverall and boots with her hair pulled back in a rather messy ponytail.

She wasn't about image here. What mattered more to her was finding a way to forgive Ordo... but more importantly... to forgive herself. She might not have done as grave of things as he had while under the Dark Lord's control.... but she'd fallen into the trap that was her own anger. Sighing softly, Anija rann a hand over her face for a moment as she tried to gather her thoughts. She had no idea what Devorah might think when Anija started to explain.

[member="Devorah Khaladan"]