Keira Priest
The Iron
Music
To say it had been awhile seemed too cliche a phrase to describe just how long it had been since the two had crossed paths, but it was adequate enough. Their relationship had begun and been over in the same flash of light, leaving both parties little time to process much else other than the fact that something had happened, and that it was a very influential something at that. Now that a few years had passed since their meeting, that flash of light had faded to a dim ember. And for some reason, now it was revived. Of course, things were never that simple, and this was no different. She had felt something in the Force, a sharp prick at her subconscious that spoke of a refusal to be ignored, and so she had tapped into a side of herself that was rarely ever acknowledged.
Meditation was a practice that Keira had never really bothered with, finding it to be nothing more than a waste of time. This time, however, that was what she had sought out in order to make sense out of a gut feeling she knew wasn't quite so coincidental. It had been difficult, at first, to manage anything resembling the inner serenity required, but she had made do. What had followed was best described as impromptu and sporadic, a stumbling haze of blurred imagery that dredged up an entirely new flood of memories, some of which she didn't recall in the least. Yet they still persisted, retaining a silent weight to them that wasn't immediately tangible but as stubborn as ever. One detail in particular stood out to her, and that was the simple ideal of home. Or what had once been so, though not for her.
It hadn't taken any further amount of soul-searching to know her destination, or who it was she sought out. By now that was glaringly obvious. No, there was simply hesitation. An odd feeling for any Corellian to experience given the numerous (often true) stereotypes attributed to the people, but one that had nearly overwhelmed her for what was the span of a few hours. Because, for once in her life, the brash, spur of the moment decision didn't seem like the best one. There was no telling how far he had moved on since they last shared each other's company, or even if he still made his home in the same corner of the galaxy. Hell, for all she knew he could have ceased to exist altogether, but she refused to believe that. She would have felt it.
Now the only sight to greet her was the blue whorl of hyperspace, and it was that she gazed into, seemingly lost in thought. In a way that was true. But mostly she was reliving the past. Suddenly she felt less and yet more old at once, recalling a time simpler and yet eons more complex than the present, a phantom pain flaring up in her left knee as if it had never really departed in the first place. Just like that, she knew this decision was right and wrong wrapped up in one, as had been the case for their interaction in the first place. This might not have been home she was heading towards, but it sure felt like it. Mayhaps that said something for the one she was seeking out in the first place.
Once the landing gear of the ship settled in the dirt she took a breath, releasing it slowly between her teeth as a sort of sigh. Well, there was no going back now. Pushing herself to her feet she absently palmed her lightsaber, hooking it at her waist and tugging at the lapel of her leather jacket. Booted feet scuffed slightly on the ground, landing ramp sliding up behind her, almost as if sealing her fate. Dark eyes scanned the horizon before she stepped forward, one hand reaching into the inside pocket of her jacket in order to thumb the dogeared corner of the intricately drawn Idiot sabacc card. He was here, somewhere. By all Nine Hells, Sedaire.
[member="Julius Sedaire"]
Socorro
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"Speaking of wagyx, I should walk behind you more often...Better view than the desert, that's for sure..." - Julius to Keira, upon the latter's insult.
To say it had been awhile seemed too cliche a phrase to describe just how long it had been since the two had crossed paths, but it was adequate enough. Their relationship had begun and been over in the same flash of light, leaving both parties little time to process much else other than the fact that something had happened, and that it was a very influential something at that. Now that a few years had passed since their meeting, that flash of light had faded to a dim ember. And for some reason, now it was revived. Of course, things were never that simple, and this was no different. She had felt something in the Force, a sharp prick at her subconscious that spoke of a refusal to be ignored, and so she had tapped into a side of herself that was rarely ever acknowledged.
Meditation was a practice that Keira had never really bothered with, finding it to be nothing more than a waste of time. This time, however, that was what she had sought out in order to make sense out of a gut feeling she knew wasn't quite so coincidental. It had been difficult, at first, to manage anything resembling the inner serenity required, but she had made do. What had followed was best described as impromptu and sporadic, a stumbling haze of blurred imagery that dredged up an entirely new flood of memories, some of which she didn't recall in the least. Yet they still persisted, retaining a silent weight to them that wasn't immediately tangible but as stubborn as ever. One detail in particular stood out to her, and that was the simple ideal of home. Or what had once been so, though not for her.
It hadn't taken any further amount of soul-searching to know her destination, or who it was she sought out. By now that was glaringly obvious. No, there was simply hesitation. An odd feeling for any Corellian to experience given the numerous (often true) stereotypes attributed to the people, but one that had nearly overwhelmed her for what was the span of a few hours. Because, for once in her life, the brash, spur of the moment decision didn't seem like the best one. There was no telling how far he had moved on since they last shared each other's company, or even if he still made his home in the same corner of the galaxy. Hell, for all she knew he could have ceased to exist altogether, but she refused to believe that. She would have felt it.
Now the only sight to greet her was the blue whorl of hyperspace, and it was that she gazed into, seemingly lost in thought. In a way that was true. But mostly she was reliving the past. Suddenly she felt less and yet more old at once, recalling a time simpler and yet eons more complex than the present, a phantom pain flaring up in her left knee as if it had never really departed in the first place. Just like that, she knew this decision was right and wrong wrapped up in one, as had been the case for their interaction in the first place. This might not have been home she was heading towards, but it sure felt like it. Mayhaps that said something for the one she was seeking out in the first place.
Once the landing gear of the ship settled in the dirt she took a breath, releasing it slowly between her teeth as a sort of sigh. Well, there was no going back now. Pushing herself to her feet she absently palmed her lightsaber, hooking it at her waist and tugging at the lapel of her leather jacket. Booted feet scuffed slightly on the ground, landing ramp sliding up behind her, almost as if sealing her fate. Dark eyes scanned the horizon before she stepped forward, one hand reaching into the inside pocket of her jacket in order to thumb the dogeared corner of the intricately drawn Idiot sabacc card. He was here, somewhere. By all Nine Hells, Sedaire.
[member="Julius Sedaire"]