Private Season of the Witch

[Vanya Aklin]

location: Ryloth
wearing: xXx
tag: Sabine Delacroix

So much had changed in only a short time. It seemed like it was only a few days ago the Nightsister found herself travelling to Ryloth in search of Asher and his library. And yet now she stood on the planet a differed woman--a woman that had found herself in a peculiar situation.

Nightmother.

It was not that the vixen thought herself undeserving or incapable of bearing the mantle that had been placed upon her shoulders. But it was curious that it had been placed there at all. She understood that drastic times called for drastic measures but there were others who had been with the Soloanace longer, and who knew more about them and their customs than she did. Vanya had been with the Confederacy for a short time and had not gotten along with many of them. Save for Asher and a handful of the Soloanace witches, there were not many she cared to give the time of day to.

And yet now she bore the title of Nightmother.

It was expected now.

Vanya found that while the turn of events was sudden, perhaps even confusing, it was not unwelcome. She believed herself to be a Nighsister of the finest quality, though she had been different to past Nightmothers. This alone would cause others to have concerns and questions. Although no one had asked them yet, it was a matter of time. Vanya had made it clear that anyone with these questions should ask them directly, and not sew doubt in the shadows.

And it would seem one such person had taken that offer seriously.

Vanya could feel the persons approach and simply waited.

 

[Sabine Delacroix]

Location: Ryloth
TAG: Vanya Aklin

How quickly things can change. To Sabine the passage of a thousand years was trivial, yet somehow returning to Ryloth somehow seemed to her like she had been away even longer than that. She had departed from Vytal Noctura to render aid to The Sith Empire. The trespasses upon the holy worlds of the Sith by the New Imperial Order could not go unanswered and so the ancient Vampirika went to war. Her efforts however were undone by the sudden collapse of the Empire. As she was attempting to salvage the situation another matter of importance came to her attention, Vytal had disappeared and none had an answer for why. At this news, Sabine decided that her time propping up a failing Empire was over and made arrangements to return to Ryloth.

And so her she was slender hands fiddled with the ring on her right hand, a gift from Vytal Noctura so she could walk beneath the rays of Ryloth's sun without harm coming to her. She had many questions, but little hope for answers nonetheless she was here.. She was home...? That single thought paralyzed her for a moment. Try as she might to not become attached she had, the brothers and sisters of the Solanaceae were her family. Sighing at her self she shook the thought from her head and gently pushed aside the doors to Castle Vureshakkairn. Within there was one whom she did not know, the force told her that perhaps answers would be given after all.

 

[Vanya Aklin]

C U R I O U S

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Tag: Sabine Delacroix

A Nightsister always knew a Nightsister - that was a mantra no one, not Vytal or Santeria, had to teach her. It had been ingrained into the vixen years ago. A Nightsister always knew a Nightsister. And the woman that was approaching was not a Nightsister - not in the sense that Vanya knew.

She felt nothing of Dathomir from the woman but that had not been unusual when encountering the Solanaceae and their allies. It, at moments, made Vanya feel alone among the ranks of the Confederacy, even out of place and at odds with them. She supposed it was why Vytal's departure felt surprising and sudden but in the end, it had not changed anything. Vanya had stood alone before and she would stand-alone now.

The Nightmother had taken residence upon one of the chairs within the chambers once reserved for Vytal and now waited. 'I'm waiting for you. We have things to discuss, so don't dawdle.' Her lips did not move but the whispered words echoed through the hallways, beckoning Sabine deeper into the castle and to the Nightmothers Chambers.​

 

[Sabine Delacroix]

Location: Ryloth
TAG: Vanya Aklin

She followed the voice back to the source winding her way through the familiar hallways. She passed many brothers and sisters most knew of her and paid no mind others looked surprised at her presence no doubt because of Vytal's absence and wondering why she had returned.

Either way, the white-haired woman was not interested at all, and into what used to be Vytal's sanctum there she found a woman whom she did not know seated on a chair, she paused only a moment at the site before striding into the room. "I don't believe we have met" she spoke cooly, there was no open hostility but Sabine did not trust easily. As she walked her blue eyes studied Vanya assessing her as she moved to stand in front of her but at a respectable distance.

"My name is Sabine Delacroix. I was a guest of Vytal Noctura, what has happened to her?" Sabine was never one for tact or diplomacy but the war for the empire had shortened her temper even more, to the point her words may have had more bite to them than she had intended.

As one who had journeyed into realms where no mortal had business treading upon along with Vytal, she had vested interest in what had occurred. When they walked beyond shadows in the presence of the 'gods' perhaps one of them had decided to act against them and went for the more dangerous one first.

 

[Vanya Aklin]

C U R I O U S

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Tag: Sabine Delacroix

The Nightmother made no motion to stand when the doors had been opened. It was only the lifting of her head, and the faint smirk on her mouth that indicated she acknowledged the white-haired woman's arrival. It was not that the tattooed vixen did not care to entertain guests; she had beckoned Sabine after all. But there was a notion of what words would be spoken and what questions would be asked.

It was a conversation she had had with others after taking the title of Nightmother. And she did not care for the frequency in which she had to answer these questions. "Vytal is dealing with business." She replied simply, as that was the black and white of it. Vanya had not pried as whatever business had taken Vytal from them was private. She motioned with a hand for Sabine to take the seat opposite her as there was no reason they could not be civilized.

"If you are a guest of Vytal's, then you're now a guest of mine." No offence had been taken to the bite in Sabine's words, and instead, her own had been spoken with equal vigour. "I am Vanya Aklin. Nightsister of Dathomir, and Nightmother of the Solanaceae." The introductions were a formality. Vanya had no misconception that Sabine hadn't figure out what role she had filled in Vytal's absence. Why else would one take residence in the specific chambers?

"I imagine you have more questions..."
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