Avalore Eden
If there be light...
Cato Neimoidia
Temple & Sanctuary
Top Floor - Open Garden
It was impossibly early in the morning. The sun was barely risen and the sky was a pregnant shade of pale pink. Avalore Eden had become quite familiar with this hour over the last few weeks. Since her recovery from the Sith, the Healer had found she wasn't sleeping well. She dreamt of things dark and sad, and often found her slumber restless, interrupted by visions of lost souls and the what-ifs of the last two months.
So it was to the gardens that she came, seeking out solace and peace from the remnants of her former master. Here Tyrfang sat in silence beneath its case, glimmering in the faint morning light. The blade itself offered no consolation, but the memory of it's owner often did. In these difficult times, while Avalore continued to find her feet within the Order, she often thought back to Diana.
Only today, disturbed by what she'd dreamt, there were no soothing thoughts to be had. Just the weight of loneliness.
Should she have gone to the other Masters of the Order? Should she have confided in Kiskla or Marcello; Stali or Hal, or any of the others the things that brought her doubts and fears? Avalore wished she could have, but it simply wasn't that easy. Confiding in others wasn't something that came easy to her, and more often than now she buried these worries beneath the humor and upbeat nature she was slowly becoming known for.
There was only so long a laugh could hold back a sob.
@Diana Moridena
Temple & Sanctuary
Top Floor - Open Garden
It was impossibly early in the morning. The sun was barely risen and the sky was a pregnant shade of pale pink. Avalore Eden had become quite familiar with this hour over the last few weeks. Since her recovery from the Sith, the Healer had found she wasn't sleeping well. She dreamt of things dark and sad, and often found her slumber restless, interrupted by visions of lost souls and the what-ifs of the last two months.
So it was to the gardens that she came, seeking out solace and peace from the remnants of her former master. Here Tyrfang sat in silence beneath its case, glimmering in the faint morning light. The blade itself offered no consolation, but the memory of it's owner often did. In these difficult times, while Avalore continued to find her feet within the Order, she often thought back to Diana.
Only today, disturbed by what she'd dreamt, there were no soothing thoughts to be had. Just the weight of loneliness.
Should she have gone to the other Masters of the Order? Should she have confided in Kiskla or Marcello; Stali or Hal, or any of the others the things that brought her doubts and fears? Avalore wished she could have, but it simply wasn't that easy. Confiding in others wasn't something that came easy to her, and more often than now she buried these worries beneath the humor and upbeat nature she was slowly becoming known for.
There was only so long a laugh could hold back a sob.
@Diana Moridena