Silver Star
Outfit: Robes
Equipment: Lightsaber, Bracelet, Earrings, Seer Stone, Wayfinder's Flare, Engagement Ring
Tag:
Darth Malum of House Marr
Night wrapped the Tython Temple in gentle quiet, silver moonlight spilling across stone pathways like soft silk. Stars glittered overhead, undimmed by city glow, their pale fire mirrored in the polished marble of the outer courtyard.
Eve moved slowly along the walkway, the hem of her white robes brushing the tiles with each measured step. The air smelled faintly of cool leaves and distant mountain rain.
She tilted her chin upward, letting the sky fill her vision. For a few moments, she allowed her thoughts to drift, carried like petals on the breeze, to Eshan's bright fields, to her mother's gentle laughter, to Tigris and the life they were beginning to build together.
A pale finger traced the delicate band circling her ring finger. The faint pressure of the ring grounded her, a soft reminder of the promise it carried.
She wondered briefly what Isari was dreaming of, curled up on the soft rug beside the window in her and Tigris' apartment. The silver-eyed fox had been asleep when Eve slipped out earlier for night duty, tail tucked close, breathing slow and even. A small part of her longed to be there, stroking the soft fur, letting the world shrink to the quiet rhythm of the little creature's warmth.
But peace tonight was fragile. Beneath the starlight, shadows lay long, and old memories curled like smoke in the corners of her mind. Dr. Veleth's haunted eyes… the cold sterility of the Marrow Green labs… and all they'd uncovered there.
Eve inhaled slowly and let the breath out again, steadying herself. She continued her patrol through the courtyard, eyes half-lowered but senses gently reaching outward, vigilant even in the quiet.