Daedel walked the trails and paths of the tall forest around her. She wore little as was her custom when alone. A simple roughspun chest wrap and thin leather loin cloth. Her feet wrapped in thicker skins to her knee. The musty scent of wet soil and the carpet of plant matter mixed with the subtle smells of tree pollen and a recent rain to create a gloriously clean scent. She breathed deep her dark eyes watched the rays of light as they drifted through the leafy canopy to create pools of radiance on the forest floor.
She stopped at one and let the light wash over her, its warmth like the hand of a dear lover filled her with pleasure and comfort. She moved on with the barest of regret but move on she did. She paused once, twice to gather some needed herbs and small smooth stones.
She thought of the strife of the Mandalorians and closed her eyes.
"I know the pieces fit." She said to her self seeing the broken world and people in her mind's eye, "For I watched them fall away."
She paused as images flashed through her mind.
"Mildewed and Smoldering." She said breathless as images, sounds and emotions began to flow more quickly, "fundamental...differing."
An image of a woman hitting a world with a hammer.
"Pure intention juxtaposed." She continued gasping in the grips of pleasure-pain as she dropped to her knees, "Will set two lovers souls in motion..."
She dropped to her hands, as she gulped air like a suffocating fish. Her heart thundered in her ears and she knew she had to do something. Who were the lovers? Vizsla and Monroe? No, too strange. A prophecy but of what to come? Mandalore and Dathomir prehaps?
She must think on this.
She stood and wiped her hands on her pale thighs. This must be discussed and soon.
She stopped at one and let the light wash over her, its warmth like the hand of a dear lover filled her with pleasure and comfort. She moved on with the barest of regret but move on she did. She paused once, twice to gather some needed herbs and small smooth stones.
She thought of the strife of the Mandalorians and closed her eyes.
"I know the pieces fit." She said to her self seeing the broken world and people in her mind's eye, "For I watched them fall away."
She paused as images flashed through her mind.
"Mildewed and Smoldering." She said breathless as images, sounds and emotions began to flow more quickly, "fundamental...differing."
An image of a woman hitting a world with a hammer.
"Pure intention juxtaposed." She continued gasping in the grips of pleasure-pain as she dropped to her knees, "Will set two lovers souls in motion..."
She dropped to her hands, as she gulped air like a suffocating fish. Her heart thundered in her ears and she knew she had to do something. Who were the lovers? Vizsla and Monroe? No, too strange. A prophecy but of what to come? Mandalore and Dathomir prehaps?
She must think on this.
She stood and wiped her hands on her pale thighs. This must be discussed and soon.