NightSister
Animus
At last, Scarlett had completed all her missions, tied up all her nightclub contracts and been given a few days away from the Order of Nyx. A year ago, she would have celebrated her free time by visiting Nar Shadaa for a shopping trip and a few parties, but not only was she less invested in her hedonism as she was back then, she was incredibly tired of excitement - a feeling which even after working as a spy and spending her free time as a party girl had never arisen. Instead, she had flown to Kesh to see if the Eternal Garden could offer her a peaceful moment of meditation.
She felt awkward as she entered the Garden beneath the stars - she felt like a Jedi, and an old Jedi at that. But several among the witches of the Awoken had promised that meditation, if done correctly, could be enlightening and stress-relieving and she'd also heard that there was no better place to do it than the Eternal Garden. So there she was, cloaked in a deep purple robe that made her look especially witchy in the moonlight, standing a respectful distance away from the statue in the middle and contemplating the past year of her life.
[member="Solan Charr"]
She felt awkward as she entered the Garden beneath the stars - she felt like a Jedi, and an old Jedi at that. But several among the witches of the Awoken had promised that meditation, if done correctly, could be enlightening and stress-relieving and she'd also heard that there was no better place to do it than the Eternal Garden. So there she was, cloaked in a deep purple robe that made her look especially witchy in the moonlight, standing a respectful distance away from the statue in the middle and contemplating the past year of her life.
[member="Solan Charr"]