Success or Death.
Click-click-click
click-click-click
click-click-click.
The gold disk rolled from one knuckle, coming and going like the sun and the moon, as the Queen of Shadows observed the Acolytes at play in the courtyard below. She had been at the Sith Academy on Bastion for some time inspecting the future of the Sith. In some she found promise, in others only failure. Her eyes, burning coals in a face of pale ash, peered through thought, feeling, fear and hope.
This, she was none too sure about.
They were playing some sort of game, the rules to which she had not bothered to pick up on yet. By game, she meant it was fierce competition; exercise of body and exercising dominance upon one another through prowess. Some of them knew, some of them did not. There were others on the sideline, some cheering, some watching, some not paying it any mind at all.
The ball went through a hoop, yells and cheers. Palms were slapped in celebration.
Darth Ophidia leaned over to the tray placed by her side, with deft hands she poured boiled leaf juice of the most exquisite kind from a kettle into one of the small metal cups. The cup was warm to the touch as she picked up up and held it under her nose, the fragrance snaking up into her olfactory organs and teasing out the flavour of the drink to come. The coin stopped momentarily as she drank.
It was a warm day, too warm for most, the sun was high in the sky and the wind was shy. The ships in orbit shone like floating marble beacons of their great Empire. Yet, Darth Ophidia chose to peer into the hearts of these young souls.
Something was calling her, luring her in. Something close, but barely out of sight.
Yes, that.
click-click-click
click-click-click.
The gold disk rolled from one knuckle, coming and going like the sun and the moon, as the Queen of Shadows observed the Acolytes at play in the courtyard below. She had been at the Sith Academy on Bastion for some time inspecting the future of the Sith. In some she found promise, in others only failure. Her eyes, burning coals in a face of pale ash, peered through thought, feeling, fear and hope.
This, she was none too sure about.
They were playing some sort of game, the rules to which she had not bothered to pick up on yet. By game, she meant it was fierce competition; exercise of body and exercising dominance upon one another through prowess. Some of them knew, some of them did not. There were others on the sideline, some cheering, some watching, some not paying it any mind at all.
The ball went through a hoop, yells and cheers. Palms were slapped in celebration.
Darth Ophidia leaned over to the tray placed by her side, with deft hands she poured boiled leaf juice of the most exquisite kind from a kettle into one of the small metal cups. The cup was warm to the touch as she picked up up and held it under her nose, the fragrance snaking up into her olfactory organs and teasing out the flavour of the drink to come. The coin stopped momentarily as she drank.
It was a warm day, too warm for most, the sun was high in the sky and the wind was shy. The ships in orbit shone like floating marble beacons of their great Empire. Yet, Darth Ophidia chose to peer into the hearts of these young souls.
Something was calling her, luring her in. Something close, but barely out of sight.
Yes, that.