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Jonyna Si
The text missive was sent. Taam sensed it was time. The
Dawn of Hope was at Ukatis, where a momumental rebuid effort was underway for the heavily devastated world. While in need of all the help they could muster, Taam was also aware that the Councilwoman Jonyna Si was overseeing aspects of the restoration work.
They had parted ways on good terms, or as good as one might expect. Since then, they rarely had contact, not as friends, not as colleagues. The Galaxy once again exploded, and they each had a role to fill in the massive efforts of the GA and NJO.
But Jonyna had never left his thoughts. He moved on, as she had. Taam kept tabs on her, if he were honest, following her ascention to the Council, rumors of her romances, her manifold actions in the line of service. For his part, Taam had fought on Woostri and Tython, and had taken up a padawan, a Denik no less, kindred of Jonyna herself. They were both doing their duty.
But it was more than just thoughts. They were good together. He was strong and powerful among the Guardians, but she made Taam stronger. Everytime he donned the Cathar armored coat, or picked up the songsteel blade she had forged for him, Taam was reminded of their strength, of the savage binding of their hearts, of the nights that never seemed to end.
Taam wanted her back. Friend, lover, battle partner... what it might look like, he couldn't know. All he knew was he wanted her at his side again. All he knew was that he could never forget those nights.
It would start with a simple visit. Taam knew Jonyna. She was faithful to the Order, and would do her best in orchestrating the work on Ukatis. But he knew her bones would be burning to jump into fire somewhere, to run through a wood, to streak through a fleet. Maybe a visit from an old... whatever... would lift her up.
The
Pride arrived amid the
Dawn of Hope fleet. And he came knocking on her door.