[Dev Thread][Training] Songs of the Sirens: Chapter II

[Saera Willamina Savan]

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/21484-dueldev-thread-songs-of-the-sirens/​

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Two years had passed.​

The fauna and the flora there both stood again.​

The young Saera held out her hand just as asked.​

Their castle on Serpena was long gone, lost to the Fringe Lords' reign.​

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The girl's solemn eyes slowly opened, gazing back upon her mother.​

In her gaze lay eyes like Krayt pearls.​

Saera hoped her returned inquisition hadn't been a bother.​

Such was just how destiny unfurls.​

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"Mother Circe," she asked, "teach me again about the White Current."​

Saera, to her training would not let time be a deterrent.​

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[member="Enigma"]​

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(((I have no clue if I am doing this correctly, lol)))​

 

[Onrai]

With snuggles she approached her girl​

more emotional by the minute.​

"Darling, I'll teach you about the Current,​

how to fight a Force-user and win it."​

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Her option here to do such work​

left her spirit torn and tattered.​

Still, she loved her baby girl​

and because of that, it mattered.​

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"Focus hard, my darling,​

on what you want to most make.​

It could be anything at all...​

Perhaps a piece of cake?"​

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[member="Særa Ayña Savan"]​

 

[Saera Willamina Savan]

In stark contrast they hailed from two different realms.​

The Mistress' daughter was of a lighter shade of soul.​

All that bore witness to their conspiracies were tall and mighty elms.​

Nigh could the young mistress-in-training fathom the Darker Lady's goal.​

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"Mother, I don't understand."​

The young girl pouted.​

She continued to hold out her hand, now both, to focus as planned.​

Perhaps she'd do better to envision the journey, not the destination, but it was that journey she doubted.​

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All young Saera felt was the gentle breeze.​

Her eyes closed to feel the world around her.​

Her ears caught sounds of the rustling leaves of trees.​

All she wanted was her beloved parents by her side, the only thing they could concur.​

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[member="Enigma"]​

 

[Onrai]

Circe raised a hand​

within which a glass formed.​

"It just takes concentration, honey,​

like it did when you were born."​

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She smiled and for a moment​

recollected her conception:​

just like a dream within a dream​

that some would call 'inception.'​

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"Come towards me," she gladly said,​

her arms open wide.​

"Perhaps if we cuddle,​

you'll understand how, deep inside."​

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[member="Særa Ayña Savan"]​

 

[Saera Willamina Savan]

"Mommy," she jested, "I think it was more than cuddling you and Mommy Aynea were concentrating on when I was, err, 'made'."​

She wondered, how could the White Current be helped by cuddling?​

In truth, it was her mothers, to each other, 'getting laid.'​

It was then that it all came to her, suddenly less befuddling.​

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The young Vinferalathi had only wanted her mothers dearest.​

They also held the same desire for each other.​

She then turned to the one whom was nearest.​

It was all a matter of trading one concept for another.​

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The girl's eyes closed and her mind came open.
Like the shifting ties, the Force she felt rise and fall.​

Her small-framed body fell into her mother's, arm in arm, pray a good omen.​

It so had it, she had her mother's gift - she was her part-clone, after all.​

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What young Saera had formed was a watery clone of [member="Enigma"].​

The girl was progressing well for a first-time practitioner.​

However, the clone was loose and opaque, more a sort of stigma.​

At least it had proven she was a good cuddler and a better listener.​

 

[Onrai]

"Well..." She paused,​

wondering here and now.​

Should she explain the birds and bees?​

How a calf's made from bull and cow?​

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But then again, Saera's creation​

had little to nothing to do with sex.​

It was more a combination of science​

along with a potent Sith hex.​

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"You've done quite well so far, sweet thing."​

Her mother such supported her interest.​

If she was here and OOC,​

she'd put it up on Pinterest.​

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"That's good, that's good," she stated,​

"She's not at all half-baked."​

And now it was time to detail the illusion​

So it wouldn't look so faked.​

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[member="Særa Ayña Savan"]​

 

[Saera Willamina Savan]

[member="Enigma"], it seemed, had a decent sense of rhyme.​

However, she couldn't end a sentence properly to save her life.​

Poetry was, for Nyxie, a favorite pastime.​

The lack of periods and liberal interpretation of what a 'sentence' is had cut her eyes like a knife.​

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Back on the subject of Saera's training, she knew what procreation was naturally.​

She wouldn't have made the comment if she wasn't already aware.​

The irony was that while her birth was natural, her conception was not actually.​

That was, of course, unless birds and bees came out of cloned embryos, she'd dare.​

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Concerning Saera's lack of detail, only with time came skill.​

Even a girl with natural talent, with practice made perfect.​

For now, the young Vinferalathi simply did it for the thrill.​

The illusory clone of Circe could be excused of its neglect.​

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"Mom!" Saera gleefully inquired, "Are you up for a little wager?"​

"I bet yours was just as bad at first," she said and stuck out her tongue.​

"You should make an illusion of me! I don't see the danger."​

Circe's only risk was being a few credits poorer if her clone was dung.​

 

[Onrai]

[member="Særa Ayña Savan"]​

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Circe expected snuggles​

as her victory decree​

and as Saera made the wager,​

she smiled and said, "We'll see."​

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Then through a maelstrom of power​

drawn straight from the Dark Side nexus​

came an image of whom the Ewoks said:​

"That crazy schutta vexed us!"​

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While initially perfect,​

her black-haired locks​

quickly changed to white​

as she now looked like a fox.​

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Within seconds of artificing,​

Saera was not alone.​

For standing right in front of her​

was a perfect fox-plant clone.​

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"Well, my sweet," said Circe,​

"I suppose you lost this struggle."​

Then she opened her arms quite wide,​

and said, "Now... let's snuggle."​