Eshan continued to be rebuilt, Spencer used some of her previous fortunes to help with the restoration projects. Her mind had been on her current conflict with designing a memorial. It would honor the dead of the Echani and the Thyrsians that had lost their lives. There were a few things in this galaxy that drove her insane, and they were one of them. Particularly the Mandalorians that groveled on their knees to the Sith. Yet turned around and offered her an olive branch. One Mandalorian leader hung on her memories, the thought burned as she chewed on her thumb.
Spencer pinched the bridge of her nose as she groaned. Mentally she knew the next question coming her way was going to be an annoyance, sometimes she wished to be surprised. One of the loyal guards she still had with her after leaving the throne wandered up the stairs of her estate. The woman looked into the room and nodded her head, showing respect to the former monarch. "Ma'am, I have news of the alliances happening within the Silver Jedi." The thought perked her interest since the Silver Jedi had come to give aid and shelter to the Echani homeworld. She didn't have any particular qualms with the faction. She held a favor for the former Grandmaster of the Order. Jyoti Nooran was someone she respected and thanked for creating a home for the Echani on other worlds. "Interesting." She spoke quietly and received the message.
The messenger left, leaving Spencer with her own thoughts. Things were becoming more and more irritating as she thought quietly. The Compact wasn't what she had thought it was going to be, but at least Khonsu was pleasant to talk to. She had sent a few messages to the Compact to offer help, but thinking about interacting with some of them brought a new wave of frustration to the former queen. Why continue to barrel forward and not wish for peace with the brothers of the Moon? Shaking her head, she tried not to think about it.
Wasn't there something in this galaxy that could bring a smile upon her face? It was as if the cosmos carried her wish to her son, who had been HORRIBLE about contacting his worried mother. The comm device rang with the Naboo ducks' sounds, a specific ring that she had sent for her little duckling. Wandering over, she answered the comm smiling, seeing the form of her son appearing. She sat in a chair in front of the device and wrapped the soft fabric of her gown around her slender frame.
A hand rested against her face as she smiled, "Hello, Errant." She was able to slip in as he happily brought up the subject of his father. A soft sigh, she hid with her fingers, just happy that her son was doing well from what it looked like. The boy was obsessed with his father, a trait that he must have gotten from the man. Vaulkhar was obsessed with hunting down Kaine Zambrano and destroying the Empire the man had built. Despite her desire to remain out of these games that men play, Spencer's heart bled for the fallen Jedi, the father of her child. She once more raised her weapons and followed another into battle. Thinking about the man, a soft blush crossed her cheeks, returning her to the days of when she was a younger woman. Her small daydreams of the time when they were all a happy family, were interrupted by the boy's tone of asking about Ashin.
Spencer's eyebrow raised as she adjusted her hands into her lap. "I've been well better than I have been in a while. It's good to hear from you, I've been worried - it's hard for your mother not to chase you down across the stars when you don't call." She gave him a smirk, they both knew there as some ounce of truth in her words. "Her name is Ashin, she did her best in raising you. She's been well from what I know. It's been some time since I've heard from her." Spencer knew Errant wasn't Ashin's biggest fan, and during the boy's lifetime, she had tried to be in his life. The woman was sure Errant wasn't aware of the current absence of the former Sith Empress for the past several years. "How are you, son? Doing well? Eating well?"
