Alexandra Feanor
The Lady in Silver/Grey Historian
Alexandra knew that things could not keep going at the pace they had. There had to be more that could be done by her, beyond simply putting herself on a battlefield and making a small difference here and there. She would always be able to be there to help people, to heal them or to rebuild but a fight, especially as she was now, that was no longer in the options. Her left arm becoming immobile and the damage to her voice thanks to the corruption eating away at her was hard for her to deal with, but she couldn't hide on Alderaan forever because of it.
Instead she had made her way to Veradune, requesting permission to land and it being made clear who she was. The droid piloting the small transport craft setting it down carefully where she had been instructed and afterwards she would stand. Her hand running over the fur of Daeda before letting him climb up onto her shoulder. There he would stay before she would use her right hand to open up the door of the craft. The ramp lowered and she walked out slowly, steadying herself and standing while she waited for someone to walk up to her.
It would not take long for them to start leading her, her hand staying at her side while her left arm hung without much movement. She felt some small pain from it but that was nothing compared to her voice when she spoke. It was easier to just ignore the limb for now and to only rely on her right these days.
Soon enough they would lead her to a room where she would wait, letting
Vulpesen
come to greet her on his own time. She did not expect for him to put everything down and was ready to wait for a long while. Even now as her mind worked through the words she would say, even now as she knew he had heard her on Alderaan but she still wished to properly speak about it with him. Things that brought her some more pause as she wondered if he might deny her flat out?
She was not sure, but she would find out.
Instead she had made her way to Veradune, requesting permission to land and it being made clear who she was. The droid piloting the small transport craft setting it down carefully where she had been instructed and afterwards she would stand. Her hand running over the fur of Daeda before letting him climb up onto her shoulder. There he would stay before she would use her right hand to open up the door of the craft. The ramp lowered and she walked out slowly, steadying herself and standing while she waited for someone to walk up to her.
It would not take long for them to start leading her, her hand staying at her side while her left arm hung without much movement. She felt some small pain from it but that was nothing compared to her voice when she spoke. It was easier to just ignore the limb for now and to only rely on her right these days.
Soon enough they would lead her to a room where she would wait, letting

She was not sure, but she would find out.