Kyyrk
Vylmira's Wrath

LOCATION: Vylmira, The Refuge, Somewhere in the Northern Mountains
TIME: Nearing Sunset
WEARING: This
EQUIPMENT: Ciniel
TAG: [member="Eli-Mae Forrest"]
TIME: Nearing Sunset
WEARING: This
EQUIPMENT: Ciniel
TAG: [member="Eli-Mae Forrest"]
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It was a long day. They all were, at this point. And in truth, Voph hardly remembered where one ended, and another began. It was all the same to him. Perhaps it had something to do with his inability to sleep. As he sat in the Hall of Tranquility, deep beneath the mountain surface that hid his home from the outside world, he meditated. A perfect time to reflect on life. Past and Present. War was coming. It had become a matter of days now. And soon, a matter of hours.
But for now, he was content to sit and wait. Perched among the standing stones, Voph rested with his back against the tree behind him. His legs crossed before him, arms resting in his lap. For all the world, he might very well pass as part of the decor. But it was not to last. He had a visitor. And the steward droid had informed him that her speeder was landing shortly. Voph reached up, and pulled his unruly white hair into a simple ponytail behind his head. Some days he contemplated cutting it off and going back to the bald features he'd held before. But these days he had to look presentable, even without a helmet.
He stood, and walked along the cool stone corridors of The Refuge to the Meeting Hall. Perhaps the most neglected room within the entire abode. Only used for entertaining guests, which Voph seldom did. But this time was different. Someone had contacted him. A girl, younger, and a new face around the Confederacy. Eli-Mae, if he remembered what his staff had told him correctly. He drew a deep breath as he stepped within the Hall. It had been a long day. But he had time for one seeking his council.
His brow furrowed as his hands moved to clasp neatly at the small of his back. His usual mantle covered the blank sockets where eyes might have been, interrupting the long and jagged scar that ran from his chin along his nose to disappear into his hair. A rather fearsome appearance, and yet...the man radiated confidence and calm. Ashen hair aside, Voph appeared to be quite young, no older than his third decade. But the way he stood...The way his brows twitched...he radiated the air of a warrior. A general. A man who'd seen more wars than his guest had years. There was something...Eldrich about the man.
The silence was broken as the steward droid led his guest into the room, and took his leave. Voph did not move, aside from a deeper furrow in his brow as he studied the girl before him. A deep, rich bass rumbled from his chest, his accent crisp and imperial. "Greetings, little one. Welcome to the Refuge." A hand gently moved from behind his back to indicate a seat at the table, palm turned to the sky. "Please, take a seat. Can the droid get you anything?"