Immaculate
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Aether Verd
Adelle Bastiel
Helios Ardemark
Sophelia had never been to H'ratth. Unfortunately, it came at the cost of flying. Airsickness patch was firmly adhered to the side of her slender neck, half obscured by those feathered, golden locks that tumbled down the slim curve of her shoulders. She wore a gown that represented some of House Pelagia colors. Mostly the deep blues melding into plum with small honeyed accents. Sleeveless dress, down to her ankles. Well appointed shoes to match with straps behind her heels. Sunlit drop earrings dangling from her lobes.
Their ship moved beneath them. Bright azure eyes flickered to her brother. Even as her hands fidgeted in her lap.
She was well aware of the treaty the Mandalorian Empire shared with the High Republic. And she was aware they held treaties with the very people she was trying to shield her people from. She and Helios were trying to shield their people from. Wasn't losing one's entire planet enough? Losing one's entire home and friend network? The slaughter of the elder and children. Those very civilians trying to flee, thwarted.
Fingers curled into a fist in her lap as she tried to remain in the present.
Not let herself be dragged to that day when everything changed. Forever. The ship signaled their arrival out of hyperspace and approach to the planet and agreed upon rendezvous. Sophelia found herself surprised and grateful when the very leader of the Empire, one Aether Verd, and the representative to the High Republic, Adelle agreed to meet. A meeting was a start. And she would take it.
Gaze rested upon
Helios Ardemark
. "Do you think the rumors about crucifixions of the jedi are true? Do you think I'll be...safe?"
It was a foolish question, Sophelia knew. After Tapani, Soph knew safety was an illusion.
Aether Verd
Adelle Bastiel
Helios Ardemark
Sophelia had never been to H'ratth. Unfortunately, it came at the cost of flying. Airsickness patch was firmly adhered to the side of her slender neck, half obscured by those feathered, golden locks that tumbled down the slim curve of her shoulders. She wore a gown that represented some of House Pelagia colors. Mostly the deep blues melding into plum with small honeyed accents. Sleeveless dress, down to her ankles. Well appointed shoes to match with straps behind her heels. Sunlit drop earrings dangling from her lobes.
Their ship moved beneath them. Bright azure eyes flickered to her brother. Even as her hands fidgeted in her lap.
She was well aware of the treaty the Mandalorian Empire shared with the High Republic. And she was aware they held treaties with the very people she was trying to shield her people from. She and Helios were trying to shield their people from. Wasn't losing one's entire planet enough? Losing one's entire home and friend network? The slaughter of the elder and children. Those very civilians trying to flee, thwarted.
Fingers curled into a fist in her lap as she tried to remain in the present.
Not let herself be dragged to that day when everything changed. Forever. The ship signaled their arrival out of hyperspace and approach to the planet and agreed upon rendezvous. Sophelia found herself surprised and grateful when the very leader of the Empire, one Aether Verd, and the representative to the High Republic, Adelle agreed to meet. A meeting was a start. And she would take it.
Gaze rested upon
Helios Ardemark
. "Do you think the rumors about crucifixions of the jedi are true? Do you think I'll be...safe?"It was a foolish question, Sophelia knew. After Tapani, Soph knew safety was an illusion.
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