Disciple of Faith
Revna stood quietly, eyes of golden fire tracing individuals as they made preparations and set up for the coming feast and memorial after the hard fought and hard won victory against the Imperials. She was taking a moment, finally, to rest and breathe. Brosi had suffered immensely in the wake of the hellish battle waged on the surface and in its skies - and though the planet was reclaiming and erasing evidence of what had happened, the scars could still be seen in places.
But here, near the World Tree, life had returned and was beautiful again - thriving, from the chaos and the destruction and death that had been wrought. Psilofyr, and Brosi at large, was designed to make use of such terrible things however. It was a marvel, truly. Revna felt incredibly privileged to have had a small part to play in all of it.
Besides servants and others helping to set up for the coming festivities, Revna could see others milling about. Sith that she had fought beside, bled beside…and others that she didn’t recognize, hated on principle, or simply didn’t know enough to form an opinion yet.
But one of them kept drawing her eye, and she stared without shame or fear. The tall woman, who had been with Srina before the battle had truly begun. The one that had crossed blades with her Father,
Darth Strosius
, had tried to kill him. There was no visible anger or hatred in her burning gaze...but the weight of it would be felt. Searching, studying...
She saw that woman - and though she couldn’t feel her in the Force, she was smart enough to know that this one…this one held power that rivaled the Dark Lords Revna had brushed shoulders with. Not literally - all of them were far taller than she was. Except for
Srina Talon
; she was petite like Revna, almost the silvery counterpart to Revna’s darkness. At least that was how Revna viewed the Empress of the Sith.
And it was Srina’s involvement with the giant woman that stayed Revna’s wrath. Instead, there was a burning curiosity laced into more dark emotions - enough to mask them for the time being.
And…unlike her Master, Revna was more open to understanding someone, before deciding on whether or not said someone could be an ally, or a worthy foe.
But here, near the World Tree, life had returned and was beautiful again - thriving, from the chaos and the destruction and death that had been wrought. Psilofyr, and Brosi at large, was designed to make use of such terrible things however. It was a marvel, truly. Revna felt incredibly privileged to have had a small part to play in all of it.
Besides servants and others helping to set up for the coming festivities, Revna could see others milling about. Sith that she had fought beside, bled beside…and others that she didn’t recognize, hated on principle, or simply didn’t know enough to form an opinion yet.
But one of them kept drawing her eye, and she stared without shame or fear. The tall woman, who had been with Srina before the battle had truly begun. The one that had crossed blades with her Father,
Darth Strosius
, had tried to kill him. There was no visible anger or hatred in her burning gaze...but the weight of it would be felt. Searching, studying...She saw that woman - and though she couldn’t feel her in the Force, she was smart enough to know that this one…this one held power that rivaled the Dark Lords Revna had brushed shoulders with. Not literally - all of them were far taller than she was. Except for
Srina Talon
; she was petite like Revna, almost the silvery counterpart to Revna’s darkness. At least that was how Revna viewed the Empress of the Sith. And it was Srina’s involvement with the giant woman that stayed Revna’s wrath. Instead, there was a burning curiosity laced into more dark emotions - enough to mask them for the time being.
And…unlike her Master, Revna was more open to understanding someone, before deciding on whether or not said someone could be an ally, or a worthy foe.
Mercy