The Hermit's Blood.

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alexandra stood, holding a necklace inlaid with a crystal at the middle of it, hanging and shining in the moonlight of the night she had chosen to begin her work. She was going to do something that was in all honesty made, near insane. She had for the last decade and a half found solace in the tree before her, it had been a companion since the first order of the grey and she knew how much of a symbol it was in her life.

Even in recent months, recent years, her very essence had become tied to the tree, and the tree to the force, creating a nexus that she fed, made stronger, made larger. It had been a slow, yet rewarding process but in the end it was vulnerable. She wanted to protect the very thing that her life was tied to and as she reached out to place a hand on the tree she felt a sense of dread. There was no doubt that the Tree would remain after this but it would be clear that the Nexus was gone, and she was sure that [member="Saran Drast"] or [member="Veino Garn"] would notice that fact without a single's moment need past one look.

But it was time to move on and remake the nexus, just as the order was being remade.

The old had to be dealt with first and Alexandra had decided to instead of rip the nexus from the galaxy, to convert it into the crystal and necklace before her. The thought was probably a made one, as she would be bringing the compound wide force nexus into the body of a single necklace, but the effects if this worked would be nothing short of miraculous.

She had to test it to sate her curiosity in what might happen, and out of a wanting to preserve a piece of her history that meant alot to her.

It was time to begin though, first she would need to prepare the crystal itself before she even thought of transfering and condensing the very thing all around her. Her hands moving from the tree to the crystal, her breath stopping all together as she reached out in the force and gripped at the strands around her, redirecting them as she began her work.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Her focus on the crystal was the one thing that Alexandra felt right now, she was tying together something that was before nothing more than a simple crystal that was strong enough to hold up against strikes against it. Granted that fact wasn't as important as one thought, due to the very nature of what she was doing with it in the first place, but that didn't mean that she could be careless with how she did this. Even the strongest of materials could break and shatter if the force was applied in the wrong ways.

This was like weaving a mile wide cloth without making one mistake, it was simply a practice that was not meant to be partaken by the sane and luckily she was no such thing. She was the hermit of the Alderaan's forests and as such had nothing more to do than to expand the force and to bring the knowledge connected to it into the world of the living. In truth she wasn't even sure if this was possible, or even if this crystal could withstand such a place in the forcce but she figured that there were so much worse things in this galaxy that her attempt at this was atleast worth it.

Well that was what she was saying until she passed out after all of this, because there was one thing she understood about the force and it was that something like this, it was that you could be drained dry. Perhaps even enough to be killed, but she knew how to stop herself before it went that far, as well as making sure that she was doing this where others could sense her fade if she started to.

She would do this and the only thing that would stop her is herself.

But that was not going to happen.

Her body continued to remain still as a rock as her form left it, drawing the force together and letting it flood through her, letting it push into her and giving her the power she needed to tie the Necklace to the force itself. She needed that necklace and the crystal in it to be connnected to the force itself before she can simply create an entirely new focal point for the lightside of the force. If she didn't then the entire process would reject itself and she would need to try from step one once again. In other words, there was no room for error if she wanted to get this done, or the schedule of her creation would be pushed back months. Time she didn't want to revisit.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

She always marveled at how the force felt. It was almost like a drug when you bathed in it and let it run you through like a blade. There were few things that could compare to being within the force and letting it flow through you truly, acting as nothing more than a conduit for it to pass from the air around one to a specific place or spot. That feeling was one that she had grown addicted to, and her years working with it, her years in finding solace through it and soon enough learning to bring your being into it as well as how to project it into such a form that was the purest of its uses. Thost thing made her simply smile out of pure bliss.

That was what she felt as her hands tied the force into the necklace before her. It was that true bliss, that true power that she loved and it was for that reason she was doing this alone. She needed to focus all that she could into this Necklace and anyone else with her would disrupt the process of truly making sure she was correct in how her hands worked through the force.

She herself showed no signs of feeling anything more than was normal for her. Infact as far as one person could tell, there wasn't anything different. She simply sat there with breaths only coming as necessary, her heart having slowed and her mind not even within her body anymore. It was too busy on the Necklace, preparing it and strengthening the bond with the force before even attempting to draw the nexus into it and create a much smaller vessel for her nexus, for her home.

It was hard, and even as she worked she couldn't tell if seconds, or hours, had passed by. To her time blurred and a single moment felt like an eternity while she walked through the force to draw it to her, to draw her hand through it and to create a item which could house the force itself. It was hard to really even know if a single second had passed in that eternity and it made her halt for but a moment, thinking about it before her focus returned completely to the task at hand.

A weave unseen, and a weave that was far more important than a piece of clothing.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Her hands continnued to work, mindless in their movements as she drew wall after wall, like a fort that had no end. She was preparing it but also creating the base for that nexus that would grow within the necklace as well as absorb the current one all around her and it. She drew on that nexus, using it to create the base for this new one, for this grander one, but she could only hope that its power alone would prepare this creation for just how much power would be drawn into it.

Outside, her body remained motionless yet, as it would for the next week, maybe month. She wasn't sure how long this would take to achieve as she desired and as far as any other soul would understand is that for the time she did this, not a single word would reach her. She was gone from the physical world for all intents and purposes and all her body was to be was a conduit for her to push all of this through and to tie together the end result.

How long had she even been doing this for though?

Even this short time, even these moments that she assume had passed, were like centuries. They drew on and on, leaving her to continue in a mindless pace that was as if she had been placed on auto pilot. The very thought of time itself drew with it the confusion that the force created. After all, to the force Time was but a word. There was no true sense of time for her and there would be none untill she was done. Here in the shadows, here in the force itself, she was without those markers that so many relied on. All she could do was continue the weave, to bring the sheets together and move onto the next wall in this fort that existed only around the necklace.

When had she started though. When had she begun this task? Would her body last this long?

Her mind gave her the questions, but she worked on. She would not be detered by them.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

She sat there with her eyes fogged out, the world her wasn't recognizable and she leaned her head forward as she sat there and let the force drain from her all so slowly. It was like a dream in a way where it was all fluid and moldable, her hands tearing at the threads like it was a tapestry or even a loom itself which had yet to complete its final product. Instead of simply destroying what was there before, though, she was reforging the structure into something very different, using the existing strands and looping them to create a new picture from what had once been there. All that had happened was only a few seconds, if that, barely measurable on the outside world around her but inside she felt like it was a mindless task of reshaping and tying the threads together. It was made worse as she knew she was getting dizzy from doing this alone.

All of her previous projects had been with others, had given her the chance to let them shoulder some of the burden that came with creating these nexus' and even then none of the past sessions had been to create something of this nature. They had always used living beings, trees specifically but it had always been something already connected to the force which was what took so much time when it came to the amulet itself. She was stuck binding the force to the amulet and waiting for it to either take the bonds or to reject them, the latter being what more commonly happened as she focused on the object.

She knew that the later stages would require help, hopefully she could draw in an old friend of hers to help with that stage but for now her hands tore and twisted the amulet's beginning connection as she pushed the force into and then tied the crystalline structure. That helped as it were though, using an already sensitive to the force crystal as the base for this, one large enough to be turned into a necklace that would hang there at the center of her chest.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Two Hours later -

Alexandra's body shook as she had only reached a third of the way to creating the beginning stages of the amulet's imbuement in the force as it was, much less the latter part of the process which included the transfer and strengthening of the Nexus that was supposed to be based in. Every second had been agonizing hours to her, thus turning the few hours that had passed into what had seemed like a month of constant work that gave her barely any pause for rest. It had been a fact she had been ready to face when she had started the process but this was slowly maddening as she would need even more time to complete it.

Her hands had begun to shake and while she worked Daeda was constantly making sure her body remained hydrated as the strain had caused her body too quickly drop when it came to her hydration. It was like running a marathon over and over to her body, letting the force push through her and into the crystalline amulet as it sat there with etchings of a tree across the crystal's surface. The Living Force was something she understood and as she worked she always imparted a sliver of herself into the creations she worked on, just as she had with every Nexus including this one before her and the one she was creating once more. It helped her connect to the Nexus and the world around her when she did this as the Nexus would hold a part of herself in it and as such be more than just a reservoir of energy.

Sometimes it helped her even focus in on the reservoir itself when she needed it. Just as she had back a long time before during the Battle against the Sith, having created that reservoir and used it when she needed it most. She would hopefully not ever need to do that again though, considering that it had left her body disabled for several weeks following that, being that she had given part of her life force away to achieve that state.

It was giving her blood in a way to create the Nexus'. How she imparted a bit of herself into them and it amused her that the process was on a spiritual level what the Sith did through corrupted and vile means. She wondered though if imparting a bit of herself into the process was a benefit or not. Sure it meant that the loss of that object would cause a bit of pain, and she had probably cut the lifespan of her previous body by years... or had she cut the lifespan of her own being...

It was hard to be sure as the nature of the force never made things clear but she was sure that it would not prove a problem for a long time.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

She had almost faded for a second, her eyes having closed and the world around her blacked out if not for the voices of both Daeda and Hel in her mind. She was lucky in small part for the existence of that dark-sided half of her, the part she no longer touched but still remained there, urging for control. This Nexus kept her below the surface though and she was happy to have her inside her mind if not for one reason. The being wanted to live, and if Alex faltered for a second, if she lost her mind and being to the force, Hel would die alongside her now that they were both joined into the same being once more, though their minds remained separated. It was strange hearing the dark spirit force her to keep on the track she was, a track that would keep her from control for as long as she had the Amulet.

The thought made her think of back when Hell had been created when she had tried to purge the dark side from herself and had instead given life to a being that was purely dark in itself. Both were as human as any other, with emotions and self-preservation in mind but each could only touch one side of that coin which was why Alexandra only crafted works of light anymore. The Dark made her sick and likewise the light brought her comfort and she felt safe when in its grace. This might have been partially because she had been around it for nearly three years without interruption most of the years, but there was something else there. She felt more attuned to that power and that power seemed to operate on an entirely different level than sure used to understand. Ever since that day she had found herself able to weave the force like she was doing now in such a way that was by far odd to herself.

The Amulet in front of her was more than enough of an example, almost like she was building a basket, weaving a cloth or blanket, or tying a knot that she would be damned before seeing it broken. Her hands twisted and turned as she worked on that metaphysical level while Daeda cared for her physical body which sat as straight as it had bene when she first started. The Ashlan feeding her and helping her drink as she sat there, unable to do it herself while she worked and all the while she thanked the creature who was connected to her mind. He was her closest companion, someone who she quite literally could hide nothing from as every thought either of them had was immediately known to the other, making it impossible for the two to hide so much as a base feeling from the other.

She wondered if that bond could be adapted to humans sometimes, but knew this was something that was not through the force. She still didn't quite understand, but the process was something altogether different, being that the creature's species connected to Ysalmiri themselves.

None the less, he helped her as the strain continued to increase for herself, the pain of working on the object simply worsening.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

She wondered, what would have happened had she stayed with the Sith. Would the Amulet in front of her, that blue crystal with the frost falling from its surface as she poured the force into its center be instead one twisted and corrupted into a creation that was simply fueled by the darkside. Her wonder then followed would she be in this new body, would she have found love in Vulpesen, would she have had her children, would she even have a face she could recognize... would she be alive?

The Force had given her glimpses as she worked, the future she might have had. A Death on Ossus, or one on Coruscant. A Galaxy burning from the Sith's conquest or would they have fallen all the same. Her hands working to weave the force into the crystal but as she worked all these thoughts met her mind and the force gave shape to those ideas, it gave her sight into what might have been had events in the galaxy changed. The wiping out of the Jedi, or the ruin of the core, with each different future, it threatened to tear her focus from the task of imbuement but none of them truly drew on her to focus away.

She knew the force was only answering her curiosity into the past while she was so closely connected to it. Knowing that when she finished her work on the imbuement she would not see these images again until the process of pulling apart the nexus in front of her and then tying it down to the amulet to create something a bit stronger than she had in the past. Best case was that she could create that nexus she had always thought might be possible, worst case scenario was that the entire process would boil down into an object connected to the force and acting like a Reservoir for it. The curiosity grabbed onto her own mind at what could be done here, but she was unsure how far she would be able to go with this.

Maybe a Force Nexus would be too much for the crystal, and if so it would only be a conduit.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

That thought had made her wonder as she faded three hours into the process, knowing that Daeda and Hel would be there to keep her from falling and vanishing from this world. But it made her wonder what this would end up as. The Crystal would probably never be able to support a force Nexus as it was traditionally known as, so instead it would become with becoming a conduit or even a simple reservoir for the force. She wouldn't really know until it came to the point of where she would be tying in the Nexus not far from her into the amulet in front of her, but the curiosity remained.

Eiter way the thoughts had been distracting her so she turned her focus back on the object as she sat there, Focusing only on its construction and connection to the force for now as she molded the weave into the crystal and now started to work on the crystal itself. The process was one of two parts as her hands worked and in the crystal etchings deepened before showing a bit of light along the surface of the permafrost crystal. White light would flare for a second to show the depiction of that very same tree that stood before her, a remembrance to what would be needed to create this object in the first place and she smiled as she worked at altering the crystal and weaving the force into it. The initial imbuement was something that she had to be careful of because one wrong alteration could cost her her life and one wrong touch could scar her body and soul.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

She worked at it like the weave was down to the minuscule threading needed, the lining that was needed if any cloth was to be presentable. It was a tiny detail but it kept the very weave she had crafted in and around the crystal from unraveling. She was nowhere near done yet, the process still needing about two more hours as she worked, and yet she found herself resting finally as she worked, this part requiring more precision rather than actually needing to push the force from her body into the crystal itself like the rest of the process, or weaving and altering the crystal's properties to even allow for the creation of this conduit.

That marathon ending with a rather sudden change in the work while she waited till it would become the final part of the process. While before she had simply been working on making the crystal ready, it had become time to actually feed the force into it without hesitation and create that actual imbuement that was necessary. She knew how much of a strain that would become so these moments of rest were like a blessing as she sat there and worked. Her hands while never having moved were weak as was the rest of her body, ready to collapse the moment she was done and yet there was still so much more work that had to be done. It was a mountain of effort for something that could be fitted into a saber. A singular crystal turned into an amulet as the etching flared at the addition of more force energy into it to sustain the connection.

Her breath finally escaped her body though, as once again it spasmed for a few seconds as the force was let out like a river from a dam into the small crystal in front of her. Her eyes shutting tight as her metapphysical body flared up with pain whicch she had assumed was impossible. The process was both painful yet calming, letting the force flow through your body and into the crystal as it tired you out quicker and quicker. And yet she still had two more hours of this. The process was nowhere near done and she would have to recognize that if she wanted to be certain that it was done right.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Where does one draw the force from? Their Emotions, or their actions. From the world around them, or from themselves. It was an interesting question that was very rarely actually asked as it was certain that all life in this galaxy could be touched by the force, and yet, all life in this galaxy touched it differently. The Vong were dead to its touch on a large scale, yet the draining effects of the Sith powers and even that of Force Light and Lightning could touch them. Or even the beings like the legends of Darth Nihilus, Treya, Sion, and the Exile, who existed in the force and who were all dead at the same time. Who could siphon the force to bring with them followers, or to live beyond mortal wounds until they had succumbed to the understanding that it was their own pain which kept them in their tortured existence.

She had always wondered this, even before she had become the Historian of the Order. The past had held with it the understand of a galaxy long forgotten by most and a galaxy that would repeat the same mistakes at such an accelerated rate as they were happening now. It was of course impossible to avert whatever was planned for the future of those who were connected to the force. They would be forced to deal with the occur no matter what was done to try and stop the past and future from changing but either way the force always touched those that were seemingly central to the progress of Galactic History. From the most force dead of warmasters, to Jedi Generals and Dark Lords, the force worked through them.

So where does one draw the force from she wondered as the force pushed through her body. Was she drawing it in from the world around her or was the force simply using her as a conduit and acting from her own body. She was curious if maybe it was both and what powered her connection to the light side. She had always preached that the actions were what determined how the force favored its user. Those with Kindness and Compassion, with love and hope, they could draw from the light side using their emotions just as the dark drew from the anger and hate. But was the Dark evil for that reason, and was the light good?

She smiled as her mind continued running through these possibilities while her left hand dropped to the ground, too heavy for her body to hold up anymore.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

The force drained a person, light or dark it drained a person through and through until they were dead or unconscious. That was how the nature of its use worked and even those who took not a scratch would find themselves sooner or later overextending their power until they collapsed and were helpless. Some did so faster than others, some took hours to tire out in this way depending on what was being done. Alexandra's own body was barely holding itself up as she looked at the crystal and herself from her incorporeal state. She could see her own body barely staying upright, her own form wavering as she had to drain herself to the point of where she was just a barely conscious pile of meat and bones.

It was strange, seeing yourself on the verge of passing out as the force was pulled through yourself and pushed into the confines of a crystal that could fit into your hand. It was strange seeing the world blur out even though you no longer had physical eyes as your method of sight and instead it was through the force you saw the world, yourself, and the life around you. It was strange to feel heavy even if the body you moved in now wasn't even physical. All of it felt very real but at the same time felt so far away that it felt like it should be a dream. None of it felt real and yet all of it was certainly happening as all she had todo was look at her own body.

That worried her though as she continued to simply pull the force through her and into the crystal. It was a process that was theoretically easy but every second she could feel her body drifting further to the point where she would be forced to stop. And if she did not finish it before hand,it would mean unraveling all the work that she had done in those hours she had sat there. The crystal would shatter and it would take months to find a suitable crystal like this one to fit the purpose of what she was attempting to achieve. It was a thought that ran over her mind as she looked at her body and the stream that flowed through it.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

She had gone blind, even through the force as she could no longer see with the force like she had been doing so. Her metaphysical body, sitting across from the physical one watched as her eyesight vanished and she was left truly blind for once. It was a feeling that was completely foreign to her. Ever sense of light gone, and instead all she could do was sense the force and continue her work as she sat there in utter darkness. It was strange to think someone could go blind when they were not even looking through their own eyes, and seeing the force fail to give them sight eiher, knowing that her body was likely shutting down to preserve the more important functions before she did something to destroy herself.

It gave her an understanding, though, that without someone else to help with he actual transfer of the force, she would be left in a state where she would constantly have to take a break and this meant making the process twice if not three times longer than she had planned. Her sight vanishing was enough to tell her that she could not do the second part alone and still complete it in the time she had wante to. It could jump from a week or two, to months if not at most a year if she tried to take it easy and yet still was forced to do it aloe. She could raise that number and cut time if she pushed herself but even now it was clear her body could not sustain constant use of the force for hours on end when it came to focusing the force through her body alone. She doubted that must any of the galaxy's jedi could do that alone and in such a short amount of time, but she had been proven wrong before concerning their abilities and she was by no way a strong practioner.

She wondered though, how close should she push before it would be time to call it quits. If she didn't act in a fashion that could preserve her own self, it was possible she would destroy her being. That was not something she wanted to do today.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

When was the first time she had used the force like this? She remembers showing vulpesen the practice of separation from the physical world, and then there was the creation of the first nexus. But neither time had been the first time she projected the force through herself like this. Instead, it had been when she began her understanding of force healing. Moving the force through the cells of the body and repairing them through the process of speeding up the decay and growth of certain cells in order to keep the body from rejecting the healing. It seemed like a long time past to her at the moment, that first time she had cut her hand and used herself as a live test dummy, medical droids on hand for if she created a problem she could not fix herself.

That was the first time she had brought the force through her body like she was now. She had done so on a much smaller scale with a much less life threatening example, but the simularity to the processes were rather interesting to her as she worked and tried to keep her mind from fading off while the rest of her body started to fully collapse under the stress of the process and how tired her muscles slowly became. It kept her pulling the force through herself and as she did she could feel the final minutes ticking away before she was sure it would be finished. This would only be the first part of it, nowhere near the final product but already she could sense the amulet and its tie to the force.

She wondered what it would feel like afterward. She knew full well what artifacts of the dark felt like when it came to creations of this nature, but she had never felt one of the light and that interested her greatly in what could be kept there inside the crystal. She wondered how much work could be done to ensure the strength of this crystal was as she needed it to be.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Her hands clawed at the ground as she returned to her body, the world around her a haze as the last of the force pushed through her and into the waiting crystal. For a few seconds, she was motionless and simply staring at the surface of the icy blue colored crystal. IT was ready for the second part and her body was on the ground with nothing moving from her but the muscles of her chest as she breathed in larger breaths than she had been able to take for the last six hours. The crystal had been molded and constructed, housing in it the small amount of imbuement she had been able to prepare before her eyes shut for some much-needed rest. Reaching out she curled her fingers around the barely started amulet and smiled as it fit in her hand and was something she wondered if she would ever actually need. This like her other projects was simply to be kept in preparation for what was to come after it.

For now though, she slept seeing as she didn't need to move after what she had just done. Not that she could if she wanted to.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

[member="Alexandra Feanor"]

"You bloody idiot," Taeli muttered as she sat next to Alex's bed. She had been trying to reach the woman for three days, but had been getting nothing but static. Knowing that Alex had a knack for disregarding her own safety, Taeli had made the trip out to Alex's new home and had been met with an essentially unconscious woman lying in bed. She had been barely alive, drained of almost any vitality. If Taeli didn't know any better, she would have to say either Alex had been Beyond Shadows for an extended period of time or been using far too much Force energy. Either was likely.

So, she had gone around the place and gotten some IV drips and some nutrient packs for the woman who was still a friend. She seemed more normal now, but still there came a point where Taeli knew she needed to wake up and explain how she ended up like this.

A gentle poke with the Force at her friend's mind, stirring her to awaken. She would see a clearly irritated Taeli Raaf once she did, legs folded across and her purple eyes showing just what she was thinking.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Taeli Raaf"]

Alexandra groaned as she found herself in her own mind arguing with Daeda and Hel, the latter being as annoying as ever. Daeda was continuously flooding her head with thoughts of concern and it was starting to wear on her patience. She knew that the creature meant well, but when she could feel every single concern from the wolf it got annoying. Then there was Hel...

"You know you Worm, if you had stayed out of this body for any longer we would all be dead because of you... well i would and thats the important thing. So next time you try to create these objects of yours, don't. My life was on the way you queen so keep that in mind next time you t-"

Then a blessing showed itself as something nudged her focus away from the internal world and drew her out into the real world. It took a few seconds but soon enough her eyes opened slightly to see the light shining down on her face before she narrowed them again and looked at the woman to her right. For a few seconds she couldn't focus too well before finally figuring out who it was by way of her aura before her physical appearance even registered to Alexandra.

"Taeli? This is a surprised, almost expected to see Daeda sitting there with a bone in his mouth or something."

 

[Taeli Raaf]

[member="Alexandra Feanor"]

Taeli didn't respond immediately, just blinking in disbelief that the woman was trying to play this off as though it were no big deal. That disbelief soon melted away into irritation.

"You're a karking idiot, you know that right?" Taeli asked, her clearly indicating the question was rhetorical. "You almost died. Just what were you thinking, doing such a task by yourself? Do you not remember the first lessons about imbuement and altering? Three days, you fool. You've been like this for three days... Now explain yourself now, or I swear I will slap some sense into you until you actually use that brain."

Was Taeli all that pleased? Not at all. Complete disregard for her own safety... sometimes she just wanted to bash her head against the desk because of the rashness that her friends portrayed or did. Between Alex and Connor, she couldn't decide which was more boneheaded.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Taeli Raaf"]

Alexandra winced a bit as Taeli shot off the gun.

To be fair she was completely in the right to react that way considering what she had just done with the necklace so far and that she still planned to do the second part without any help, a part that was nearly just as dangerous if not more so. She had done it though, she could sense the necklace was somewhere nearby but she couldn't see it yet as she laid there and for a second she tried to sit back up before feeling her hand barely able to grab at the bed much less push herself up.

"I guess i really did bring myself close didn't I? And to be honest, I wanted to know if i could do it alone, not really more than that. If i don't push myself i won't ever improve... plus when was the last time that i did anything like this safely? I mean hell, the witch i created because of my actions is still up in my head."

She tried to smile as the woman said to explain herself, and to be honest what she told Taeli was true. Vulpesen was gone, as was most of the order. There was few that ever visited her so to her this was the only way she had left to construct the crystal she had wanted to create. And now she was staring at a Jedi who she had not expected to see for a long time before.

"You know, spending your time taking care of a forty-something-year-old woman isn't how you should spend your weekend."

 

[Taeli Raaf]

[member="Alexandra Feanor"]

"Maybe if you ever actually left this place, you wouldn't have to do things along," Taeli scolded. Alex was almost twenty years Taeli's elder, and here she was, scolding the woman for complete disregard for any sort of self-preservation. Taeli had not brought Alex back from the dead just so she could die trying to do one of her experiments. Limits... Son and Daughter above, limits were needed when you were engaging in such a project.

"And if you push yourself too far, you die," Taeli responded. "Trust me, I would rather be back on Erilnar or off on a expedition than taking care of you, but you have an A.I. friend who was extremely insistent I come check on you. Limits, Alexandra, you give yourself limits. How is it a 28 year old knows that better than some 40 something year old? Hmm?"