Alor of Clan Solus


Mandalore ...
Cybernetic feet carried her over the rubble of Sundari. Green foliage over the years had slowly began to creep through the layers and layers of horror around. It had been the first time in a long time since Cynthia had returned, it had been a long time since she thought her sister had died here. This was not the grave that was deserved, there was no grand splendour no monument just the evidence of the untold death that happened here. She had requested Star stay back at the ship, her mind was still so... conflicted. All she had seen, everything she was never privy to. Perhaps she was never told till now because of how she would react. Still, the woman deserved to know. It was not only that there was more rattling around in her mind.
The woman continued to climb over and up till reaching the spot, the place of a betrayal, a place of a great loss. There was no longer the stains of blood having been washed away from countless rainfalls but some marks could be seen on the surviving spots. Cynthia knelt down and beneath the buy'ce she cried in her solitary surroundings in what felt like everlasting grief. Time felt like it was not passing when in reality it has been a while. The sun had passed over her and the sky had turned red from its glow. When opening her eyes she took one final look over her surroundings till catching the glint of metal reflecting the low sun.
As the woman stood up she moved over to it to inspect. Her hands worked to removed the chunks of stone that trapped it. Cynthia was sure in what it was but now unearthing it, there was more symbolism to what she had found. With a delicate care the mandalorian woman picked up a blade that had been bent and weathered. Yet the markings that was ever present was familiar. It was a blade she had crafted, a blade that was given to her sister. More tears began to roll over her cheeks with a sharp sniffle of a runny nose.
It took less time to return to the ship than it did to walk out. Most of the journey back was down, of course she could have used her jetpack, but with blurred eyes it would not have been safe to do so. Least one thing, that was a comfort to think about given everything, it was the first sight she got to getting back was the sight of her wife who had been waiting on the ramp. "I've done what I need to here." She spoke still hearing the depression in the tone of voice.
Cynthia stood at the bottom of the ramp looking up at her wife. "Found this. Surprised really that it survived." She held up the blade in its poor state. "Gonna take some care but, I should be able to get it back into shape. Can clear my mind a bit too, besides if you are adamant to teach me the force, guess I need to finally teach you to forge." Walking further up the ramp Cynthia slid her buyce off with one hand then pulled Stardust into a comforting embrace as both arms wrapped around her waist. "I missed this, missed having you around. Everything is to quiet without you, and getting into my head is debilitating."
Her arms slipped away after a moment and she looked up onto her wife's eyes. To look, to touch again was calming. "So where to next my riduur?"
