NightSister
Animus
Nearly twenty-five years Mara had lived on Dathomir, rarely leaving and never for long, and still it did not feel like home to her. The planet's mystical Dark powers no longer made her feel uneasy - they had not done so since she had one on her first adventure across the planet when she was seven - but she doubted anybody could ever truly feel as though they belonged on Dathomir.
However, that was of little importance to her. The planet was ancient and bathed with magic, and was more importantly the residence of the witches with whom she lived and trained. There was so much to learn from witchcraft, and there was so much witchcraft on the planet. One could live to see the rest of the human race die and the rest of the galaxy crumble, and still they would not have learned everything there was to know about Dathomir - but one could learn a good deal, as Mara intended to.
[member="Nick Imura"]
However, that was of little importance to her. The planet was ancient and bathed with magic, and was more importantly the residence of the witches with whom she lived and trained. There was so much to learn from witchcraft, and there was so much witchcraft on the planet. One could live to see the rest of the human race die and the rest of the galaxy crumble, and still they would not have learned everything there was to know about Dathomir - but one could learn a good deal, as Mara intended to.
[member="Nick Imura"]