Yasha Cadera
Mom'alor
Myrkr expanded before the Mand’alor’s fleet. Yasha swept from the command deck on the last of her rounds, retreating deep through the Infernal Star Carrier to her private shuttle.
The recent events under Kaas City marred Yasha’s soul, contained it in a wreath of misgivings. She needed to come home. While ‘home’ was Mandalore, the small place in the Sundari Palace, Yasha craved the refocus and gentle nature of Myrkr’s most beautiful resident.
“Tell [member="Caz Australis"] I’m on my way.” Yasha picked up Reyn, who popped his fingers in his mouth and plunked his head down on Yasha’s pauldron-clad shoulder. Adara skipped alongside her mother, Tamar the nanny hefting a bag and running her fingers over Adara’s hair.
Once at the Australis Home, Yasha peeled off her armour, leaving it piece by piece clean on its’ armour stand. She removed the armour weave covering her body, the boots, which guarded her feet. Yasha needed no armour in this house. She needed nothing of any kind, but the love which permeated the walls.
Dressed in a simple tank and soft linen pants, Yasha shrugged on a thick green sweater and hissed. The armour she wore left welts and cuts along her neck, at certain joints. Bruises from her last battle consumed patches of her skin, a new scar birthed on her lip and cheek. Padding barefoot past the armoury into the house proper, Yasha watched her children run off to play with Lov and Lam, Adara tackling her step-sibling with frail-bodied hugs and kisses.
“Caz? I brought th.. the… I … there are gifts.” Yasha rounded the corner, leaning a palm along the wall, looking for Kaine’s first wife.
The recent events under Kaas City marred Yasha’s soul, contained it in a wreath of misgivings. She needed to come home. While ‘home’ was Mandalore, the small place in the Sundari Palace, Yasha craved the refocus and gentle nature of Myrkr’s most beautiful resident.
“Tell [member="Caz Australis"] I’m on my way.” Yasha picked up Reyn, who popped his fingers in his mouth and plunked his head down on Yasha’s pauldron-clad shoulder. Adara skipped alongside her mother, Tamar the nanny hefting a bag and running her fingers over Adara’s hair.
Once at the Australis Home, Yasha peeled off her armour, leaving it piece by piece clean on its’ armour stand. She removed the armour weave covering her body, the boots, which guarded her feet. Yasha needed no armour in this house. She needed nothing of any kind, but the love which permeated the walls.
Dressed in a simple tank and soft linen pants, Yasha shrugged on a thick green sweater and hissed. The armour she wore left welts and cuts along her neck, at certain joints. Bruises from her last battle consumed patches of her skin, a new scar birthed on her lip and cheek. Padding barefoot past the armoury into the house proper, Yasha watched her children run off to play with Lov and Lam, Adara tackling her step-sibling with frail-bodied hugs and kisses.
“Caz? I brought th.. the… I … there are gifts.” Yasha rounded the corner, leaning a palm along the wall, looking for Kaine’s first wife.