.
The girl lived, that much was certain. The Acolyte currently busying herself with some reading was observed from the fringes of the empty library, Serixibis's small form partially obscured by the shadows that seemed to condense in the Sith Temple and cling to whoever moved through them as if they never wanted to leave...or for you to depart.
With slow, careful steps the Acolyte creeps up on her kin, gloved hands raised as she leans toward the seated figure and moves to whisper in her ear. Serixibis was
disturbingly silent in her approach, and if
Eliz Krayt
was not paying careful attention she might be caught completely unaware of her presence until...
"Hnolku died screaming, of the three. But he alone knew it was you who engineered his death. You did good work, and I enjoyed watching it."
Her fingers splay and her hands press against either shoulder of the seated woman as she leans in behind her, Serixibis's breath hot across the back of her neck as she leans in to whisper in her ear. They were kin, after all. And while Serixibis did not entirely trust the girl she had made sure not to give them a reason to turn against her, quite the opposite, in truth. At the Academy they remained nominal...allies. If such a thing can exist amidst the Sith.