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[Madrona A’Mia]

Malsheem
The Archives of Darth Carnifex

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Unblinking and suddenly still as Elmindra Xitaar spoke, the botanical woman recognized a similar hunger for knowledge present within the Sith Knight, but her fellow lord was as a patient serpent cold and coiled and waiting for the ideal moment to strike. A'Mia was unsure that she was quite so patient but she did have a firm enough grasp on self control not to allow keen curiosity to overrun her when the consequences promised to outweigh possible reward. She began to walk again after considering the falleen's words, keeping pace with her while large uncanny eyes continued the scan the impressive space around her. She was taking it all in of course but she was also specifically looking for any lines of fire in the weave, any areas of weakness or redundancy in either the structure of this place itself or within its security.

"That part, recognition of motive beyond baser instincts, is what I appear to lack. But I'm seeking your tutelage in this matter and have also been developing a way to enhance this ability within myself so I might best absorb knowledge you impart."

She cast about , ensuring any who might overhear them were far enough away before lowering her voice to add.

"The orchid is a deeply empathetic being, which has put us at odds since my capture of it. I seek knowledge here so that I might capture that essence and make it my own."

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[Eira Dyn]

Location: Darth Carnifex's Library
Attire: Casual
Tag: Darth Anathemous

Eira listened intrigued, the idea of Force Walking seemed a way to garner power from the uses of spirits. There was something that had her hesitate. The need to have a stronger will than the spirit, Eira did not fear that, she knew her will would be unbroken. She was too stubborn for some old ghost to take away her dreams. The hesitation came from the idea that others might see her actions as cheating. As if using the powers stolen from the dead would not be as legitimate. However, Eira was too intrigued, she needed the power and she was too hungry to get strong enough to be seen as an equal by those in leadership roles.

"Teach me it, Kaila." Eira whispered, the dark glint in her eyes of a hunger for knowledge.

She leaned forward, taking Kaila's hand into her own. Her blood eyes looking into Kaila's, "I understand there are risks but I need to be stronger, the more powerful I become, the better that I can help you." Slight manipulation, as well as demonstrating a willingness to assist Kaila with her dreams if she helped Eira with her own.

There was a small smile on her lips, then pulled her hands back to avoid being too much in the moment.