Almira Izlay'ti
Character
Xasuria, a world that she thought she'd never even visit in her life time. It had been ages, or at the very least it seemed that way. There was only a short amount of time when she got to be the big sister, the one whom her little sister would follow around and look up at. That changed though when the little one was taken away and all that was left was herself and their father.
Shaking the thoughts out of her mind, Almira looked up from where she stood on the bridge of the Hera. It was the last remnant of a woman whom had raised her in her own right, though there was plenty in the galaxy that she knew of and now after all these years something finally got to her. It was a little locket, the soft chain hanging from her hand as she looked at the old picture. Two young girls and a grizzled old combat veteran, all smiling.
The locket was from a happier time in her life, before she lost a sister whom she had barely heard from. It was only recently that she found out the young woman was living alone, having lost her mother years before. The news was even a shock to their father whom hadn't heard of the passing, and who was still taking the passing of the Duchess just as hard.
With a soft sigh she nodded to herself before looking out the view screen. Red hues piercing as they lay upon the world before her. Xasuria, the homeworld of the woman that stole away her little sister. She didn't care if they only shared a father, or that many of her siblings shared a different father and one mother. Almira was the eldest of them all and she made sure that no one, not a single soul in the waking verse would harm her siblings.
Pivoting on her foot, the long split tails of her gown seemed to shift and dance upon the slight wind that flowed from her movement. Long white hair cascaded down her back like a river as she approached the hanger back of the vessel. She wasn't going to announce herself in the off chance that the woman's death was a fake. She didn't want that witch having fair warning to call on some guards or soldiers to keep her away from what she was there for. As her heavy boots pressed upon the boarding ramp, she spoke softly to herself.
"I'm coming Lys..."
[member="Lysandra"]