Cassandran
She’d long desired more control over her visions. Even back when they were just brief, inconsistent flashes of things that happened a few moments later. Helpful sometimes, most of the time an annoying parlor trick at best. But, at the moment of her greatest victory, the visions took an abrupt and sinister turn.
Blood and fire. Alderaan, a world of the Sith.
It had been so vivid and overwhelming that the inexperienced princess could scarcely handle all the information at once, prompting a scare as she collapsed in a state of apparent convulsion. The public had no idea the real cause of the scene, nor would they any time soon. Liana had no interest in giving the matter more time in the spotlight if she could help it.
But she needed somebody who could understand. Hence her presence at the Naboo Jedi Temple today.
She hadn’t stepped foot in Jedi turf since she decided to back away from training entirely. Her feelings on the Order as a whole were mixed, but when it came to matters of the Force, there weren’t many other options to turn to. She considered asking her mom, but she had enough on her plate already, and admittedly she wasn’t a seer either.
Romi Jade, on the other hand, was. A woman whose reputation preceded her, and whose knowledge might just help young Liana get her head straight. “Master Jade?” The Princess confirmed, shuffling into the chamber. “Thank you for meeting with me.” She hadn’t expected to be granted an audience with an actual council member, but was grateful for the attention nonetheless.
“I’ve heard a lot about you. I guess you’re pretty famous or something,” Liana winced at her own irreverence, but continued, “You know about, like, visions and things, right? Through the Force?
…I could use your help.”
