Character
//:Tags: @Valaine Valentine //:
//: Outfit //;
The snow fell around the Ersansyr as she sat amidst a field of snow. Her gaze firmly focused off in the distance as various thoughts dwelled on her mind. Thoughts of where people were. What they were doing. Possible lives she could have lived. It had been so long since she had last properly looked out amidst the open areas of Eshan. Not since she had been to Everest's enclave. She couldn't even remember where that was anymore, or if it even existed anymore. With the hostilities that the Mandalorian Empire had shown towards Jedi, it would be safe for her to assume that the Enclave was abandoned, if not destroyed. That hadn't stopped her from making small monuments when she could. To remember the lives of those who had lived at the enclave.
Why should she care, one might ask? She wasn't a Jedi. Not anymore. She wasn't truly a Sith either. What was she? A villain? A hero? No. In her eyes, Reina was no-one. No-one of importance. No-one of note. And whilst there was somewhat freeing about that thought, it also made her feel aimless. Where was her journey meant to take her next? Of course her Master would have tasks for her to do. Further ways for her to descend downwards into the abyss of the Force. It wasn't what she wanted. But she didn't quite know what she wanted anymore.
The living scared Reina. The actions they'd make. The choices they'd go with. It was all so unpredictable. There were few she could turn to when it came to this. Even fewer that she trusted not to take advantage of her concerns and worries. Sometimes she just wondered who she could have been, as the Ersansyr fell backwards into the snow, closing her eyes and just letting herself be surrounded by the cold.
//: Outfit //;
The snow fell around the Ersansyr as she sat amidst a field of snow. Her gaze firmly focused off in the distance as various thoughts dwelled on her mind. Thoughts of where people were. What they were doing. Possible lives she could have lived. It had been so long since she had last properly looked out amidst the open areas of Eshan. Not since she had been to Everest's enclave. She couldn't even remember where that was anymore, or if it even existed anymore. With the hostilities that the Mandalorian Empire had shown towards Jedi, it would be safe for her to assume that the Enclave was abandoned, if not destroyed. That hadn't stopped her from making small monuments when she could. To remember the lives of those who had lived at the enclave.
Why should she care, one might ask? She wasn't a Jedi. Not anymore. She wasn't truly a Sith either. What was she? A villain? A hero? No. In her eyes, Reina was no-one. No-one of importance. No-one of note. And whilst there was somewhat freeing about that thought, it also made her feel aimless. Where was her journey meant to take her next? Of course her Master would have tasks for her to do. Further ways for her to descend downwards into the abyss of the Force. It wasn't what she wanted. But she didn't quite know what she wanted anymore.
The living scared Reina. The actions they'd make. The choices they'd go with. It was all so unpredictable. There were few she could turn to when it came to this. Even fewer that she trusted not to take advantage of her concerns and worries. Sometimes she just wondered who she could have been, as the Ersansyr fell backwards into the snow, closing her eyes and just letting herself be surrounded by the cold.