Lord Seer of Korriban & Professor of Kor’ethyr
A slew of guests were being welcomed to the Holy Worlds in preparation for war which loomed on the horizon. The Lord Seer had left Brosi in the care of a handful of trusted subordinates and was at the Palace making ready for that inevitable last push of activity before legions would set out seeking victory on enemy territory.
The woman was lost deep in thought, piecing together her preferred alchemical and sorcery components for the ritual to come, when something like chime caught her ears. She knew it was metaphysical in nature, a sign from the very Weave itself and not actually something she was literally hearing. Curiosity drew the woman from contemplation and she left her workstation in the King's private library to begin wandering the halls.
That beckoning chime grew louder, faintly directing her down and toward the entry hall of the Palace. After turning one last corner, a familiar stranger immediately stood out to the arboreal woman. She had the unmistakable air of one favored by the Weave and though she was not so formidable as some who'd appeared before her eyes, A'Mia could sense a quiet clever power to her that was intriguing.
The neti approached with a graceful glide, making it clear she was heading directly for
Lina Ovmar
with calm curiosity plain to read upon her face. "Welcome to Korriban— You were present at the war council recently, were you not? I am A'Mia Madrona, Lord Seer on the Council of Vardin. What might I call you?"
She held back from an immediate line of questioning about the woman's expertise in the Force, despite her eagerness to discover what the Weave had brought them together for.