Aela Talith
The Righteous
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Aela stood quietly in the Hangar of the Rising Tide.
She was dressed in an odd way, she wore leather armor, her hair was In a tight braid, rope was lashed around her chest and more metal wire hung from her belt in a tight circle. Her lightsaber had been placed in a small leather holster on her thigh, and an odd pair of gloves sat on her fingers, leaving the tips uncovered. She flexed them for a moment, then squatted down to stretch out the leather armor.
Aela had not worn the get up for nearly a year, since she had gone to hunt the Titavian. She had grown a little bit, but not much. At nearly six feet tall she figured she was done growing now, but after a year of disuse the leather armor had become stiff, not something that she really wanted when she was going to be hunting something much more dangerous than a Titavian.
“Maleah!” Aela called into the hangar.
Her sister was here somewhere, hiding or perhaps playing with Toofless.
Maleah was the expert in training beasts. For all her power, for all her strength, Aela was still worse at it then her sister was. Training got you only so far, eventually, natural talent simply beat you. The older girl had accepted this long ago, and held no resentment towards her sister because of it. That was why she was here, because Aela had asked for her help.
Ever since she had been a little girl, ever since she had first visited Onderon, there had been one creature that fascinated her beyond all others.
Drexl.
Aela stood quietly in the Hangar of the Rising Tide.
She was dressed in an odd way, she wore leather armor, her hair was In a tight braid, rope was lashed around her chest and more metal wire hung from her belt in a tight circle. Her lightsaber had been placed in a small leather holster on her thigh, and an odd pair of gloves sat on her fingers, leaving the tips uncovered. She flexed them for a moment, then squatted down to stretch out the leather armor.
Aela had not worn the get up for nearly a year, since she had gone to hunt the Titavian. She had grown a little bit, but not much. At nearly six feet tall she figured she was done growing now, but after a year of disuse the leather armor had become stiff, not something that she really wanted when she was going to be hunting something much more dangerous than a Titavian.
“Maleah!” Aela called into the hangar.
Her sister was here somewhere, hiding or perhaps playing with Toofless.
Maleah was the expert in training beasts. For all her power, for all her strength, Aela was still worse at it then her sister was. Training got you only so far, eventually, natural talent simply beat you. The older girl had accepted this long ago, and held no resentment towards her sister because of it. That was why she was here, because Aela had asked for her help.
Ever since she had been a little girl, ever since she had first visited Onderon, there had been one creature that fascinated her beyond all others.
Drexl.