Zonia Kalranoos
Caveat emptor
Zonia watched his ship ascend into the sky from the balcony of the guestroom where Ra's men had escorted her to spend the night. Her eyes peered into the star-littered sky until she could no longer discern the glow of ship's exhaust from the lustre of suns of distant worlds.
A long winded exhale left her lips as she turned around and made her way back into the chambers, laying atop a spacious bed under an embroidered baldachin. Sheets were soft to the touch, like liquid silk, her palm absentmindedly caressing the empty spot beside her. And then she realized what Ra meant to say with those few words he had uttered.
The Mand'alor was alone, for he had nothing to lose, no immediate family, other than his people. On the other hand, those he commanded had everything to lose; their husbands and wives, children, relatives. The Iron Wolf could not afford the luxury of a distraction in any form, no weakness that could be exploited.
A hand of a woman could weather the storm that was brewing over Mandalore, extinguish the flame of revenge, calm the voracious beast ready to devour the world. Yet, he promised they would meet again. A promise given was a promise kept.
The sable-haired woman closed her eyes, slowly slipping into the land of dreams. [member="Ra Vizsla"]'s scent lingered in the air long after he was gone, a peculiar mixture of species-specific pheromones with the lightest whiff of perspiration. She thus wrapped her arms around a pillow and buried her head in it, trying to conserve his essence for as long as possible, to last until their fates converged once again.
A long winded exhale left her lips as she turned around and made her way back into the chambers, laying atop a spacious bed under an embroidered baldachin. Sheets were soft to the touch, like liquid silk, her palm absentmindedly caressing the empty spot beside her. And then she realized what Ra meant to say with those few words he had uttered.
The Mand'alor was alone, for he had nothing to lose, no immediate family, other than his people. On the other hand, those he commanded had everything to lose; their husbands and wives, children, relatives. The Iron Wolf could not afford the luxury of a distraction in any form, no weakness that could be exploited.
A hand of a woman could weather the storm that was brewing over Mandalore, extinguish the flame of revenge, calm the voracious beast ready to devour the world. Yet, he promised they would meet again. A promise given was a promise kept.
The sable-haired woman closed her eyes, slowly slipping into the land of dreams. [member="Ra Vizsla"]'s scent lingered in the air long after he was gone, a peculiar mixture of species-specific pheromones with the lightest whiff of perspiration. She thus wrapped her arms around a pillow and buried her head in it, trying to conserve his essence for as long as possible, to last until their fates converged once again.
The Lord will provide.
End of Chapter I