Private Of Lost & Found

[Rio Naran]

//: Valaine Valentine //:

It was not a usual thing for the Sangnir to come across one that she didn't have a personal hand in raising. Rio had always considered herself a good sire, one who brought those she changed under her wing. It had been a bit since she had anyone around other than Markus. Tilting her head, she mused over the boy; unfortunately, he hadn't learned enough to leave her. At times, she wondered if he enjoyed being coddled as she did.

Once she caught the scent of her own, Rio was able to follow it — no matter where they wandered in the galaxy. It was how she kept tabs on those she had brought into this lifestyle. She chuckled at the word and the irony it implied. Sighing softly, she stepped off the private shuttle. It was a funny world she would find hers, but she continued to follow as she drew the Atrisian higasa parasol.

The woman walked with an unnatural grace; the passing public only glanced at her height and her uninterested glance. Her fingers spun the handle of the parasol carefully, letting the spiraled design spin. The eyes of the passing glanced up, avoiding the golden hue of her apathetic gaze.

No one smelled of her — they were all just potential snacks, but Rio didn't feel hungry… yet.

She continued, ignoring the stares and whispers. The trail led to a small building. Old files were housed here: the history of the First Order and anything encompassing their space. Rio wondered why the one she had been searching for would be here, of all places. Did they share the same desire for history and artifacts?

How curious…?

Slowly, Rio lowered the parasol, tucking it gently under her arm as she adjusted the silk gloves on her hands. While the light of the day didn't bother her, she enjoyed playing into the mythology of her kind.

As she continued her casual pursuit, she removed the silken gloves. She tucked them gently into the small pocket of the slim-fitted jacket she was wearing.

The woman made note that the building was unpopulated for them, which was appreciated. Rio wondered if this child was one of hers or maybe one of her own children. A grandma…

Just the thought made her wrinkle her face. Though she figured she probably was a grandsire a few times over. Inwardly groaning, she continued through the pathways until she came upon the raven crown of the one whose blood called to her.

"And what are you doing here, child?" Rio acknowledged the girl with a tender, curious voice.

 

[Valaine Valentine]

Tags - Rio Naran

The pale blue light of a datapad lit up the young Sangnir's visage as tired stormy eyes flicked between lines of letters, a slender finger scrolling through the information as she skimmed through in her search for keywords that might catch her attention. The room was silent, dark, and best of all; empty. She may or may not have broken into this establishment in her search for knowledge but it appeared that her hunt was fruitless this evening.

She brought her hand to her face as she closed her eyes and rubbed at them with finger and thumb with a sigh, leaning back in her seat. The glow of the datapad was starting to ache her vision as she tilted her head back to let her long silky black hair fall down the back of her chair. Her arms both hung lazily as she opened her eyes to gaze up at the abyss that was the dark ceiling above her.

Answers... It was always answers that she was looking for these days. There was a time when life was a lot simpler though, a time when all she did was follow the old man around in search for their next heist. She recalled memories of leaning over a railing as they cased a building for days just to make sure it was empty, other times she'd wake up to him shaking her and telling her he 'found a really a big one.'

Never once did she catch that old man smiling, never once had he let her know she was the daughter he never had; and in turn she was just as guilty, never once did she tell him he was the father she lost. She huffed in annoyance at the memory before she leaned forward in her seat to hunch over the datapad and its dim light once more.

It was the life she knew once, a life that by all accounts had replaced her previous childhood; the one she couldn't remember. She couldn't recall the faces of her real parents, they were just inconceivable faces, a dream that was too difficult to recognize for its details. The Sangnir had memories of a home, of a family that loved her, of a very normal life, but the details of that life? Gone, blocked by the trauma of whatever happened before the old man found her. He never did tell her about that day.

But the death of her second father? That was one she could recall. He was so excited about his next big hit, so eager to get his hands on whatever he thought he'd cased from that place. He went in first; he never did that, that was usually her job. She kept watch outside for a second and followed in; and there he lay on the floor in a pool of his own blood with a figure standing over him. She couldn't recall the face of the one that killed him but what she knew was that they were the one responsible for what she was now. It was the last thing she remembered before she was changed forever after all...

Another annoyed sigh escaped her lips as she shut her eyes at the memories again. That was the past, it was long gone now, no point thinking about what ifs anymore... She had to focus on the present, on what she was, on those close to her.

It was in that moment that she was made aware of the presence of another and she was startled in her seat as her stormy grey eyes turned to catch the midsection of an incredibly tall woman. The surprise of that height only seemed to make Valaine shift back in her seat more as she turned her eyes up to meet her face. Where had she come from? How hadn't she even heard her? As Sangnir her senses were incredibly keen, and yet this woman seemed to have snuck by like it was nothing...

"Huh..? Child...?" asked Valaine puzzled before the startling surprise passed and her brows furrowed lightly. Her posture relaxed and she let out a huff, "I'm almost nineteen lady, I ain't a child." she answered in response. "... Why're you here? We're closed." she added, feigning that she herself, an intruder, belonged her.

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[Rio Naran]

//: Valaine Valentine //:

It was hard not to laugh or get frustrated with the youth. The girl was only startled by what she saw for a brief moment. But it seemed she had no care or worry for the stranger who had just walked in on her. Rio raised an eyebrow and let the girl speak her peace — defending her age and her 'maturity'.

"Wow, nineteen, I'm sorry for assuming you were so young." Rio gave the younger girl a toothy grin, "Well, I'm nearly four-hundred and fifty years old, so pardon my assumptions, Child."

It was hard not to want to see her temperament. The younger generations always intrigued Rio. They lived different lives from hers. She often recalled the dark ages; it always felt as if the galaxy were preparing to consume itself. Technology had gone dark, and worlds no longer could communicate. The saving grace for the galaxy was the Jedi — but now, they were absent from history.

"As for why I'm here, I'm looking for someone." Her eyes flickered to the tablet in the girl's hand, then to the rest of the room. The Sangnir's eyes fell back onto the girl as she tilted her head. Every flicker of motion from her, Rio could calculate easily that she was trying to put up a front most likely to make her lose interest quickly.

Instead, it only made Rio more curious. Already, she could feel that the girl wasn't as strong as the others she had sired. The woman could feel the difference in just her current childe. Her thoughts trailed off as the tips of the girl's pointed ears peeked through the dark hair, and her interest piqued.

Rio's lips pursed together; she didn't remember ever changing one of her own kind. If she had, the girl would not have ended up in a stuffed building like this… and with an attitude like she did. Her mind had worked over the past few years, trying to place the little face and the pair of striking storm-cloud eyes.

"What's your name?" she questioned, wanting to buy her mind more time as she mulled… hoping it wasn't the one she assumed to be dead. She hadn't awoken as quickly as the others, and she had been a partner or the child of the man who imagined himself a master thief.

But no one stole from Rio.

Remembering how the young were, Rio let her smile linger as she introduced herself. Barring the hint of her fangs, "I'm Rio."

 

[Valaine Valentine]

Tags - Rio Naran

"Four hundred and fifty? You don't look a day over three hundred." commented Valaine in retort. Was it a compliment? Was it an insult? Hard to tell with this girl sometimes as her stormy tired gaze drifted back to her datapad instead as she leaned her head in her hand. She was feigning disinterest, one of her favored methods of keeping tensions low and potentially taking people off guard if they tried something.

She noted the implication of Rio looking for someone in an empty building with only one person in it though; she was looking for her. As for why? She had no idea. Valaine wasn't the type to make enemies despite her tendency to be rather arrogant and dismissive of strangers. Instead her eyes kept on her datapad for now as she scrolled lazily with a single finger. "Yeah? Lots of people outside." she answered again with a gentle sigh through her nose as if the woman was boring her somehow.

The request for her name was met with an even longer and drawn sigh as finally Valaine pulled her gaze away from her datapad and levelled an accusatory stare at Rio now, one that seemed to shout 'really?' in deafening silence as she raised a brow at her. "You ask this to all the girls you meet in the dark?" she asked with a light roll of her eyes, what a petulant woman Valaine was. "Valentine." she answered plainly before her stormy gaze stared upon Rio's face.

It was the flash of fangs that finally seemed to have the young Sangnir start taking this a little more seriously. Never before had she met one of her own kind, but was she? Many species had fangs after all, just because Rio had them didn't mean she was Sangnir too. "Rio, huh...?" she asked softly as the woman gave her name.

Valaine paused in thought for a moment before she leaned back in her seat and crossed her arms. "Nice teeth." she commented. She was keeping it vague, being more cautious of her words now. "This person you're looking for, they have a name?"

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