Yasha Cadera
Mom'alor
Looking down at a planet from Sumatiyara's bridge has become a minor fascination to little empathic me. Most folk don't realize I can feel the planet from here, the millions-billions of lives peek and prod at my inner conscience before we reach orbit, which is a blessing. I decided to call it a blessing anyway. It's been months since I've seen another member of the Fringe High Council, months since Lipsec and its' violent aftermath and months of isolation and healing. Reparations for the loss of my young unborn child were costly on my conscience and the sorrow was great, but as the Force is a noble Master it left me derelict of pain. For a symbiotic empath, each encounter mars, shifts and estranges my mind from what it had been, what it was. There is no backward, no in between and no backing out. There is only grace, and the grace which has been given me in my time of reflection has been the largest breath of mercy my tender years have felt.
I didn't know peace flowed like a river, that healing came as the wind comes to a parched, stagnant field. I was content to stay in the womb of the Force's Light, coaxed by its particular light and solar emanation but my sojourn was to end. 'Permanent seclusion isn't for you, little one. Time to wake up now' the Light said, soft as a mother is soft to her newborn. [member="Mikhail Shorn"] knocked on the bastion of the Wise and Noble Thought, my Sumatiyara. I am happy for the meeting.
And now another soul comes forth. Another moment of blessing from the isolation. [member="Lucien Cordel"] has been pressed against the sides of my mind and in my growing perceptions I know this to mean he needs me. Or better put, he needs someone. I pull on a button down, cargo trousers and a leather jacket, pull my long hair behind my ears and leave my perceived face as that of Anders, Son of Naboo.
It takes no time at all to get passage coordinates to Cordel's palace and my sunny disposition is clip-clopping down the hangar ramp in tandem with the smile on my face. Yah, I dig good days. I dig them old school. And new school. "Here to see Lord Cordel and yes, he'll see me."
A mental projection touches on the outskirts of Lucien's mind, to let him know I'm here.
I didn't know peace flowed like a river, that healing came as the wind comes to a parched, stagnant field. I was content to stay in the womb of the Force's Light, coaxed by its particular light and solar emanation but my sojourn was to end. 'Permanent seclusion isn't for you, little one. Time to wake up now' the Light said, soft as a mother is soft to her newborn. [member="Mikhail Shorn"] knocked on the bastion of the Wise and Noble Thought, my Sumatiyara. I am happy for the meeting.
And now another soul comes forth. Another moment of blessing from the isolation. [member="Lucien Cordel"] has been pressed against the sides of my mind and in my growing perceptions I know this to mean he needs me. Or better put, he needs someone. I pull on a button down, cargo trousers and a leather jacket, pull my long hair behind my ears and leave my perceived face as that of Anders, Son of Naboo.
It takes no time at all to get passage coordinates to Cordel's palace and my sunny disposition is clip-clopping down the hangar ramp in tandem with the smile on my face. Yah, I dig good days. I dig them old school. And new school. "Here to see Lord Cordel and yes, he'll see me."
A mental projection touches on the outskirts of Lucien's mind, to let him know I'm here.