Alexandra Feanor
The Lady in Silver/Grey Historian
Alexandra let her feet hang off the rock and sink into the water that flowed around her favorite mediation spot. This little pool of water, with several rings of stones around one in the middle had been a place where many good memories had been created. The long days with Vulpesen, the many lessons with her old students and now it was the calmest place she had in her old home. The waterfall that fed the pool was quiet, atleast when it came to waterfalls, barely noticeable to the woman who stared up at the sky with her hands crossed behind her head. Sunlight danced off the fall, creating numerous rainbows and shone on the water's surface, creating a window like surface as the bottom of the pool became clear as day. The stones themselves were warm to the touch and a soft breeze pushed through the trees and crossed the pool, creating a calm feeling as it worked through the area.
Alexandra herself had let her silver hair flow free, alot like the waterfall as it fell down past the rock's edge and brushed against the surface of the water, causing minuscule ripples around the strands of hair. Her body was clothed in nothing more than a shirt that was covered in grease, dirt, and other unidentifiable marks, matching a pair of tan trousers that were clearly work pants. Alexandra had been working on a speeder of hers, spending more and more time working on her personal projects and avoiding other people. She didn't exactly hate other people, but Hel had become increasingly influential when it came to how she viewed others, seeing enemies everywhere around her and to avoid being betrayed again she had retreated again.
She knew she was being controlled by her fear, it was a natural part of her life though. She had felt betrayal at every turn, been injured more than a few times, and honestly there were very few she let see her like this anymore. She preferred people thought Alexandra, The Silver Lady and Historian of the Grey was dead. It was better that way, it let her past stay in the past, she did not need to make up for her mistakes with Vulpesen, she did not need to face the fact that she was stupid and focused on the wrong things. She didn't understand how family worked back then, and that had cost her the only family she had known at that point.
Her hand closed behind her head as she thought about that and kept herself from crying out again like she had done many times before. The past was the past after all, she needed to move on. Problem was, she still didn't know how to do that, and she had no one to ask other than a dark side spirit that was of little help.
[member="Saran Drast"]
Alexandra herself had let her silver hair flow free, alot like the waterfall as it fell down past the rock's edge and brushed against the surface of the water, causing minuscule ripples around the strands of hair. Her body was clothed in nothing more than a shirt that was covered in grease, dirt, and other unidentifiable marks, matching a pair of tan trousers that were clearly work pants. Alexandra had been working on a speeder of hers, spending more and more time working on her personal projects and avoiding other people. She didn't exactly hate other people, but Hel had become increasingly influential when it came to how she viewed others, seeing enemies everywhere around her and to avoid being betrayed again she had retreated again.
She knew she was being controlled by her fear, it was a natural part of her life though. She had felt betrayal at every turn, been injured more than a few times, and honestly there were very few she let see her like this anymore. She preferred people thought Alexandra, The Silver Lady and Historian of the Grey was dead. It was better that way, it let her past stay in the past, she did not need to make up for her mistakes with Vulpesen, she did not need to face the fact that she was stupid and focused on the wrong things. She didn't understand how family worked back then, and that had cost her the only family she had known at that point.
Her hand closed behind her head as she thought about that and kept herself from crying out again like she had done many times before. The past was the past after all, she needed to move on. Problem was, she still didn't know how to do that, and she had no one to ask other than a dark side spirit that was of little help.
[member="Saran Drast"]