Shery deWinter
Sic Gorgiamus Allos Subjectatos Nunc...
Free.
The mere thought was like a breeze on a hot summer's day. Centuries had been spent without tasting the sweetness of the air, without the crumbling earth beneath her feet. Her galaxy no longer existed, and nearly everything smelled fresh, new, exciting, as well as danky, as though the scents of times gone past could never be washed. Not the blood, not the sweat, not the pain.
There was only this.
A single chuckle escaped her cracked lips, accompanied by a bolt of lightning that hit the ground a few dozen feet away. Centuries of being unable to tap into her powers, into her arts, and here she was again. She licked her lips slowly, savoring the salty taste of her skin. There was more than enough within her left to get started.
Her eyes, green and glowing, scanned the horizon, her dark presence exploding as she reached forward and around, searching for... There.
Questions would come later. Which planet the Mandalorian ship had crashed on, where she was, and where she could do something about her matted hair, her dirty appearance, and the smock that threatened to crumble into dust with every step she took. All those could wait.
Because first... Would be the beating hearts that called out to her through the Force.
The mere thought was like a breeze on a hot summer's day. Centuries had been spent without tasting the sweetness of the air, without the crumbling earth beneath her feet. Her galaxy no longer existed, and nearly everything smelled fresh, new, exciting, as well as danky, as though the scents of times gone past could never be washed. Not the blood, not the sweat, not the pain.
There was only this.
A single chuckle escaped her cracked lips, accompanied by a bolt of lightning that hit the ground a few dozen feet away. Centuries of being unable to tap into her powers, into her arts, and here she was again. She licked her lips slowly, savoring the salty taste of her skin. There was more than enough within her left to get started.
Her eyes, green and glowing, scanned the horizon, her dark presence exploding as she reached forward and around, searching for... There.
Questions would come later. Which planet the Mandalorian ship had crashed on, where she was, and where she could do something about her matted hair, her dirty appearance, and the smock that threatened to crumble into dust with every step she took. All those could wait.
Because first... Would be the beating hearts that called out to her through the Force.