Private Magick is Enough

[Pom Stych Tivé]

Pom stole away from the daily life onboard an Imperial Cruiser for the familiarity of her homeworld. Typical methods of planning excursions no longer feel comfortable, and also need severe altering. Kyrel insisted, if he cannot accompany her, she travel under the protection of a number of his men. She insisted those most seasoned accompany him on the battlefield, and he leave her only his most youthful. Kyrel needed his best behind him, and for Pom, the Nightbrothers were bound to seek her out while she stays on Dathomir. They would not let their Mistress suffer any mishap nor malice. She felt sorry for all the disturbance, but the ongoing development of Magical items necessary to continue personal protection is most mandatory. So much pre-planning goes into the proper execution of Nightsister Magick.

No matter how much she studies the Force, there are just some Nightsister skills that are so profound, and require such focus, that there truly is no Force comparison to their being carried out efficiently and swiftly. Her understanding in the Force has only taken her so far at this point. She has given up her crutch when she no longer feels them necessary to garner mental support, relinquishing her Magick for the Force; but Nightsister Magick has long been labelled superior to many Force Powers. Their most prevalent feature, is those with the most uniqueness have yet to be studied for an effective counter.

Why would anyone want to dumb-down perfection?

At this time, she needs to restock her Potion storage.

Of course Pom did not fight a protective entourage. She would never put her unborn son at risk. She feels most vulnerable to be honest. There shall be no Apparating while she is with child. She has learned cloaking and illusion, and the Art of Small, but at its extreme, she will not risk anything that may cause harm.

Pom spent enough time consistently with Kyrel Ren to be consciously aware just how deeply she adores him. He made time for her above all, yet found time for togetherness between his recent departures to be ever decreasing. She understands the magnitude of his calling, yet much to her personal dismay. While he protects her, and in his protection of her, also secures his future. He whom they protect is the only being that she allows to trump his desire!

She saw unspoken changes grip him, which began for them both the moment she knew how intricately their ties were woven together. The whole development set them both on a path of internal reflection and Pom began a rather unexpected series of evolutional changes with her added responsibility of bringing new life into the galaxy. This joyful experience is understandably alien to them both, and they are both learning together. Kyrel chose to face head on those he considered to be the galaxy's greatest enemy.

Dreams sometimes change. Her's concerning him, never have in the least. The risk he took pained her far deeper than she could outwardly project, but she truly does respect his choice. When the weight of reality strikes, as often occurs in the middle of the night, she finds herself struggling to hide her fears from his conscious awareness, which they share through their Force Bond.

She feared she caused him anguish which resulted in his becoming withdrawn and silenced. She has her demons to keep her company and the Sisterhood on Dathomir, but she cannot return to the person she had been before she knew him. Every aspect of her current state she would chastise could she find that inner voice again! To let a man drive her so mad! Such is not the way of Nightsister! But her awareness of him had been constant for so long, and then… She feared the worst. So much of her magick she would not cast for risk of safety to her unborn son. She had no answers. In her remorse, fearing the worst, she bore his son.

Her demons were long to confirm Kyrel's continued existence. They delivered to Pom her child's name, Gaius Kyrel. If only she could hate Kyrel instead of suffer such heartache in his absence! But like any fool woman, she could never, her heart yearned true. And when Pom looks into the eyes of her helpless son, all she can feel is grateful for having known his father. She had no idea she could ever be affected so much by one tiny lifeform.

While home, she happened across Nezira Viresh and Rach'ta and learned that these two need to learn some things that can save their life. Pom invited the two to aid her in the creation of her brew, and promised to supply them with an adequate amount of the resulting Potion.

She led them through the main door carrying her son resting contented in a sling across her heart. Once inside her foyer, she waved her hand, and a door materialized in the middle of the room. She opened it and invited the two to follow down the wooden staircase, into her private laboratory. The young Knight of Ren followed in silence, and quite likely a tad bit of well hidden nervousness. As he closed the door behind him, it vanished from existence.

"Apparating looks as easy as POOF, but is not just some power derived from one's ability to generate a mental alteration. It's no Force Power. It has an important physical aspect which needs to be satisfied, requiring having an ample supply of a particular Potion along with a little finger prick device to administer it when necessary."

As Pom reached the bottom of the stairs an awaiting Nightbrother rose with hands outstretched to cuddle her sleeping son. Pom removed her sling with great care and the aspiring Warlock's assistance. She immediately missed his warmth. "I know you think this is not a safe place for any child," she stated aloud to the young Knight. "But Mine and Kyrel's son has an instinct bred into him, that he will develop to initiate intentionally. He will learn to avoid and deflect the effects of Potion Fumes, a skill which may someday save his life." She noted his expression. "You may sit by the window, if you prefer." She realized she might have bruised his ego. "Trust me, it is logical, not any designation of weakness. The fumes get quite thick when the potion starts to come along." She would hate to see the young lad pass out, but it sure would be a good lesson for him now! Wouldn't it? This is afterall the Nightsisters' domain!

Pom led Nezira and Rach'ta to a dark, dry corner of the laboratory where cultivated ingredients sit stored in glass jars of many sizes, each topped with a cork stopper. She unfolded parchment and handed a different list to each. "Everything is labeled accordingly. Just gather the list and bring everything to the cleared table."

She stepped over to the hearth and ran her hand through the steam emitting from the cauldron. "Perfect timing, Nets," she said, pleased.

 

[Rach'ta]

Rach'ta, as he was lead, looked over the displayed ingredients and then at the paper list. He hadn't felt paper in a very long time, not since Korriban, and those documents were many thousands of years in age. Looking throw the veil of fabric over his eyes the young seer began to collect the required reagents "This seems to be everything." Rach'ta motioned towards the series of jars he had laid out on the table in front of him while looking towards Pom Stych Tivé as she stood near the hearth.

He looked more closer at some of the contents of the jars. Strange plants, assorted animal components, and some unidentifiable materials that defied his ability to explain "Interesting. Does all of this originate from Dathomir? How much of this is created through the use of dark side? Is magick the only source of power able to influence some of these?" he was clearly intent on absorbing as much knowledge from her as possible.

 

[Nezira Viresh]

Being part of a spider clan came with many advantages, one being having your own gaping spider. However, the disadvantage was that of not really trusting many people, not even other Nightsister clans, especially those following the Winged Goddess.

Having met the witch Pom at the festival had given Nezira now the opportunity to learn a much greater way of teleportation. Transporting oneself from one place to another within the same planet was second nature to the young spider-clan Sister. No, she was after the knowledge of apparating from planet to planet. Reason for seeking knowledge is 'cause of multiple reasons for Nezira personally.

Arriving at Pom's home, riding her large gaping spider, who starts to grow closer and closer to full adulthood. Jumping off, she ordered her spider to stay outside and not attack those by the house unless attacked.

Entering the house, she saw a couple of other people, A knight of some kind, his aura oozed of Sith, though he was still young by his look. And then a Twi'lek, who by the looks of it, was blind in some way, shape or form. Both mattered little to the Nightsister, they weren't why she was here to gain new knowledge of magick.

As she, along with the others, was being let down underground, she listened to the Elder talk to this knight, though she remained quiet. Hearing her talk about safety for her child and having to explain that nothing would come of it, almost made Nezira roll her eyes. Outsiders didn't understand their ways and probably never will be able to understand the witches ways. Her home was no different, if not more dangerous for a child.

Nevertheless, they arrived in her lab of some sort and asked them to get components and ingredients for the spell, hopefully. However, as Nezira started to realize that what Pom was teaching something she already understood and knew, she turned to Pom. With a quick explanation to Pom why she wouldn't stay, Nezira left Pom's home with her spider.

Pom Stych Tivé Rach'ta

 

[Pom Stych Tivé]

"The Nightsisters practice many forms. And there are witches of Dathomir as well, who are forces to be reckoned with in their own right."

Nezira excused herself, and Pom bid her farewell. She would teach her something she can use, but at another time.

"Well Rach'ta that makes more work for us, but we will both make us enough Potion for this particular skill to last us each a few years. All we need is a drop, and that lasts for about 15 doses on the tip of a lancet."

Pom glanced over all the ingredients laid out upon the table to assure they are there. "The main thing about Potions is critical timing. It is best to have everything right in front of you, because if something is missing, you may not have enough time to go hunting for it. The brew will usually spoil." Pom went to the shelves and gathered a number of sandglasses measuring numerous amounts of time, which was inscribed upon both ends of their stands. She turned over the largest sandglass which measured three hours. "That one is for the baby," she said. For at three hours his lesson for the night will be over, and she shall put a bubble of protection over him and let him sleep peacefully. Probably only about the last hour will be his critical lesson, depending on the length of time needed for lecture and prepping the ingredients.

Pom laid out the parchment papers by order of succession. "Read everything first. And before even thinking about adding anything to the stock brew, we check the temperature of the cauldron. Next we will prepare all the ingredients first thing. Some need to be put on ice, some pre-moistened, some ground, others sliced hair thin…all manner of preparations. The more we prepare for now, the better timing and flow of our brewing. We will have Incantations that must be said at just the right time as well; we cannot be thinking about preparing an herb for the potion while casting a critical spell! I like to set everything out in order down the row. Write on the mortar what you have mixed in them. Numbering each grouping is easier, coinciding with the number on the parchment."

She knows that it seems like a lot at first. "Trust me. Its all worth the effort. When you Apparate for the first time, you're going to be hooked." Pom laid down a small button with a sharp thin projection extending from its center. "This is the type of lancet I use upon which I place a drop of the potion to dry." Rach'ta would decide where he wants to place it for his own use when the time comes.