Queen of the Nightsisters
It had been a very long time since Pomsty had seen her master, in fact it could be perceived that she avoided him for in return he never came to Ryloth, at least not to the mandragora castle. She found it superior to the cold steel of his Dread Queen; which she loved at first, as it helped seclude her whereabouts from her husband of her past incarnation, an intense torrid relationship Pomsty was not emotionally prepared to inherit. He had called for her many times, but she remained rebellious, her nose stuck in her books where she could fathom to develop new Potions, disinterested in his tasks she thought minuscule…kill this person…push these papers…spy on that ship, all things that go on about the galaxy with or without her; but as for Potions, please, she is the Potions' Mistress the likes of which never before engaged with the Mandragora!
She had a secret, she longed to reveal and yet hide away all the same, like a treasure all her own. Her past incarnation always whispered to her during times of duress, the secrets of the Sith magick, things which actually frightened her, as she knew not how to control the Darkness of the Force like she is able to her Nightsister magick. To this day, she isn't certain that [member="Darth Metus"] had ever discovered her sleeping talent. Because she feared it, when it reared its ugly head to strike, she likewise feared his response to witnessing her obvious weakness.
It had been an evening around the bonfire last night, and for Pomsty that granted a freedom of reckless abandon. This day she had begun her way to the garden grounds with a slight skip in her step. Then a little more joyous attitude prevailed as her memories of the night before flooded her thoughts, until she trotted in a full blown double skip. Her beautiful Moonstone Talisman and her long black locks bobbed and swayed wildly, and at times she deliberately swung her head around twirling her hair while she skipped straight into the courtyard.
She stopped abruptly, her countenance dropped instantaneously, surely seeing another specter! What to do? The Mistress paled, hoping her day is not railroaded to perform some meaningless task for the Vicelord. Lowering her gaze, she curtseyed to her Master awaiting his address amidst the clearing. "Master," she said. She knew if she offered any immediate excuse as to her avoidance of his recent direct orders to come to him, it would come across as deliberate an act as it actually had been!
TAGS: [member="Kasca Fen"]
She had a secret, she longed to reveal and yet hide away all the same, like a treasure all her own. Her past incarnation always whispered to her during times of duress, the secrets of the Sith magick, things which actually frightened her, as she knew not how to control the Darkness of the Force like she is able to her Nightsister magick. To this day, she isn't certain that [member="Darth Metus"] had ever discovered her sleeping talent. Because she feared it, when it reared its ugly head to strike, she likewise feared his response to witnessing her obvious weakness.
It had been an evening around the bonfire last night, and for Pomsty that granted a freedom of reckless abandon. This day she had begun her way to the garden grounds with a slight skip in her step. Then a little more joyous attitude prevailed as her memories of the night before flooded her thoughts, until she trotted in a full blown double skip. Her beautiful Moonstone Talisman and her long black locks bobbed and swayed wildly, and at times she deliberately swung her head around twirling her hair while she skipped straight into the courtyard.
She stopped abruptly, her countenance dropped instantaneously, surely seeing another specter! What to do? The Mistress paled, hoping her day is not railroaded to perform some meaningless task for the Vicelord. Lowering her gaze, she curtseyed to her Master awaiting his address amidst the clearing. "Master," she said. She knew if she offered any immediate excuse as to her avoidance of his recent direct orders to come to him, it would come across as deliberate an act as it actually had been!
TAGS: [member="Kasca Fen"]