Private Legacy of Sadow

[Sabine Delacroix]

She nodded as she listened to Aliza. “Very well, in public Cinis. In private Aliza.” She chuckled at the question. “Home, is a complicated question. I have a temporary residence nearby, yes. There are a few ground rules we need to establish first. I will send for you when I have time to train you. Secondly, when it comes to my home, understand that you are not a part of my coven. There are places you will be forbidden from entering these will be obvious to you because they will be guarded. Any attempt to enter these areas will make this arrangement null and void and you will be removed at best.”

She pushed off the desk and looked towards Aliza with a fierceness in her gaze. “Lastly, there is one thing you should know about me.” She stopped speaking and she smiled at Aliza, this time however Sabine revealed to her that some of her teeth were unnaturally longer than others she made a point to show them clearly. “I am a species known as a vampirika, you may be familiar. The Confederacy had one of my kin in charge of their Navy for a time.” at what appeared to be a flick of a switch the teeth retracted back to a normal appearance.

“When I say a coven, I meant it literally. The shades I sent to slow you down were members of that coven. Some are thralls, some are sisters and brothers. You have no say over any of them, I have agreed to teach you and nothing more. If I deem you worthy to join the coven I will ask you, but only then would you be able to command them. In short, follow my every word and there will be no trouble. Test me and you find how fierce I can become. I find the older I get the less patience I have, best not to test me hrm?”


TAG: Aliza Vale

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[Aliza Vale]

Aliza tilted her head at Phral's words, furrowing her brow before shaking her head. "Oh, you don't have to worry about that. The first Sith that knows Sorcery willing to teach me? You can be assured I won't do anything to endanger the knowledge you have to offer to me." A slight smirk was on her lips though, since they both probably heard the double meaning to Aliza's statement there. She'd look around her office as she says, "As for training and time, or lack thereof, I would need a bit of warning myself so as to find a suitable replacement for when you require my presence, Lady Sabine." Not that Aliza was to worried on that front, she taught her students with the mindset that one day she wouldn't be able to teach them anymore, as such it helped lead them to a more independent mindset that some Sith may instill in their students. Taking a moment to make plans for her eventual absence, she'd refocus on the display of teeth, a slight look of confusion on her face. "No, I don't think I am aware of that race in the least. Then again, there is much I don't know, and as I grow older and explore the galaxy more, I find more and more questions around every corner." Stated in a tone of wry amusement, obviously Aliza found that situation to be mildly pleasant at least. As for the threat of destruction implicit… Aliza just let it roll off her shoulders, she was serious when she said she wouldn't endanger the source of knowledge Phral represented to her, and that included doing something so foolish as to test the Darth before she had expended the woman's utility to herself.

 

[Sabine Delacroix]

Aliza Vale


Sabine’s lips curled faintly, not quite a smile but something close—a glimmer of approval hidden beneath the ever-present weight of centuries.

“You speak wisely, Aliza,” she said, her voice smooth, but edged with something deeper, older. “I would expect nothing less from someone who claims to seek knowledge beyond what is easily offered. Caution suits you.”

She took a measured step forward, closing a fraction of the space between them, though there was no threat in her posture only the gravity of one who had seen the rise and fall of empires. Her amber eyes flicked briefly over the office, as if assessing its purpose, before returning to Aliza.

“Your candor regarding your own gaps in knowledge is refreshing. Too many pretend otherwise.” She let the words linger, then added with a subtle tilt of her head, “Vampirika are not common knowledge, nor should they be. We are few, by design. Fewer still have survived the purges, the wars, and the passing of time.”

Her gaze sharpened, the flicker of amusement behind it cooling into something more analytical.

“You will find that much of what I offer lies beyond the boundaries of what your peers know—or dare to know. Sith Sorcery is not for the faint of will. It is dangerous, volatile. And while your words assure me of your restraint, words alone are never enough.” Her tone softened, but the weight remained. “I will know the truth of you when the time comes.”

Sabine gestured absently, as though brushing aside the tension.

“Send word when you are ready to begin. I care not for the logistics of your duties only that you arrive when summoned, prepared to learn.” The faintest trace of a smile tugged at the corner of her lips. “And do keep that independence sharp. It may serve you well, if you know when to temper it.”

She turned as if the conversation were finished, her presence already withdrawing like the tide, but paused with a final glance over her shoulder.

“Curiosity is a blade, Aliza. Sharpen it well. But remember a blade cuts both ways.”

Without another word, Sabine’s dark form drifted toward the exit, the air seeming heavier in her wake.

 

[Aliza Vale]

Aliza bowed her head in silent acceptance of Phral's kind acknowledgement. "Thank you Lady Sabine." She murmured softly. As Sabine stepped closer, she'd tilt her head, one lock of white hair shifting over her right shoulder. She looked a bit frazzled from the impromptu combat, even with her stamina restored there were still the effects of the force maelstrom to consider.

Aliza's gaze sharpened as she refocused on Phral's explanation, an accepting nod along as she neatly filled away the information shared about Darth Phral's race. As the woman moved to depart, Aliza would sigh and smile faintly. "I look forward to our lessons then, Lady Sabine." She'd then look around and start to set her office back in order. She'd have to have some repair personnel come help her, but hopefully it would be set straight before a student had reason to see the evidence of her struggle.

~Scene End~