Stolen Dance

[Arage Bao]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Yavin System, Yavin IV[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6667px]Port Shardrock[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6667px][member="Deneve Verd"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Shore leave. What a complete shutta. Rekali’s crew had been through hell and back on their first trip through the [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]Hard Roil[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]. [member="Fennec"] was still seeing double, his lower back was burning like the Nether and then he wasn’t even mentioning the state of the other three - better to leave that unmentioned, they would need to shower for a few days and then some. But once a radiation leak happens you better be using the ointment, because your very life depend on it.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Sadly he wasn’t gonna be having a lot of time to celebrate the leave. Ember pitched him a transmission, needed his help apparently. Something about a girl needing someone to train her, something about a favor to an old friend of theirs. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Ember just knew how to hit the right tones with him. He stretched his back, putting his fists into it to give the old bones that little bit of extra tension - [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]feth, I am getting old.[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] There was a time when he could have gone months in space, exploring, laneblazing with a leaky reactor and half rations throughout the entire trip with no trouble.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Ah well.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]He headed for [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]Witchtown[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]. Apparently his new student would be waiting near the [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]Broken Beskad[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px], one of the more reputable drinking establishments of the Witchtown.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Which didn’t say [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]that[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] much.[/SIZE]

 

[Deneve Verd]

F a s c i n a t e d;;

Utter and completely fascinated. That was how Deneve felt watching the people around her. Be they drunk or sober. It was amusing how thier personalities did a complete 360 upon leaving the establishment she had perched across the street from.

Taking a small breath, the petite female would rest her head back against the bench, waiting patiently for the person that was supposed to be her teacher. The person that would help her grown in all that she needed to. Allowing her eyes to travel to the settings around her, she would try not to stare too long at one thing. It wasn't too long ago, she had snuck into her father's ship as he was leaving Dathomir, demanding he take her along. After much pleading, her father had agreed. She hadn't seen much of the old man since. So as any youngling in the galaxy, she had taken one of her father's ships and gone around exploring. Only to be shot down by her father far too often.

It was the final shit down that had led Deneve to want to stretch her wings. It was this decision that had placed her in her current location, patiently awaiting her new teacher. She felt both excited and nervous, hoping he would agree to train her. She wanted to become better at everything. She was still in a stage where things confused her. Perhaps.. Just perhaps her teacher could help guide her in the right direction in her life.

[member="Samael Rekali"]

 

[Arage Bao]

[SIZE=10.6667px]He wandered for a while. The shanty Witchtown was still somewhat of an anomaly for him. It was surprising how much Ember had managed to accomplish since he left Mando Space behind him in pursuit of better- or at least more liberating things. Even now Sam could [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]feel[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] the eyes on him. The denizens of Witchtown were looking out for him: it was unmistakable who he was, shave the beard and add a few more lines and Samael would have been a copy of their Clanfather, Ember Rekali. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Perhaps they wondered what he would make of himself or maybe they were just bored, and decided to stare at the copycat who came to town. Who really knew with the Witches?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px][member="Deneve Verd"] stuck out in the scene like a sore thumb. Too curious. Too innocent. Doe-eyed lass trying not to stare at everything and everyone, but failing miserably. It only made him feel that much older, reminding him of his own youth. Had he been this way back in the beginning?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Surely not. Awkward thought.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Sam finally approached the girl without trying to hide his presence - in the Force or otherwise, but he kept on studying her. It was in the first few moments that you could really size-up a person, how did they react, what was the first look on their face, how did their mouth shape itself in the first few microseconds?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Tells. Some Rekali were hunters, but Sam had always been a predator. The infamous Blackthorn, but his surgical ways were long gone. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Too old for the nuances.[/SIZE]

 

[Deneve Verd]

If there was anything Deneve was good at it was being a blank slate. The approach of the man she pegged for the one to teach her brought on that strange calm she often took comfort in. Where as she would normally react excitedly, she tilted her head slightly, studying him openly yet giving no signs of being uncomfortable. To any that might be near they would find a calm nothingness to her.

Soft brown eyes, looked on with what could be precieved as calculating yet curious. So it was only natural that she rose and moved forward, preparing to make introductions to the man that was going to be her teacher. If anything, she felt oddly comfortable around him, something about him reminded her of her father, so she was more than at ease walking towards him.

With that ease came the realization that she was in an area she knew nothing about, so whilst she was comfortable with the man before her, she still kept her guard up towards the surroundings around them.

"Am I correct in assuming you are to be my teacher?" Deneve would finally question him her voice both soft yet respectful.

[member="Samael Rekali"]

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Deneve Verd"]

"Your dad asked, aye." Sam replied after a moment. He pondered about it for a while, his education had never been formal - the usual Rekali routines, focus on the functional Dathomir magic, strength enhancement, Vahla fire rituals... instinctive astrogation had come later, but was at the core of his being now. The point was that he knew Ember was too busy to provide any form of stability to this gal's education. Verd? Well, he reckoned the girl didn't want to be taught by her father on the account of her already being with him most of her life; change of scenery, maybe.

"I can teach ya to rely on your own strength. To fight and disable without the Force. The basics of Dathomir magics, how to let a ship dance in your hands and how to keep it smooth sailing in even the biggest storms."

Metaphorical, of course. Space didn't really have that many storms.

"If that's something you are interested in, that's fine by me. If not... I could probably link ya up with a few reputable Witches that frequent Yavin."