Private The Noble and the Witch

[Dreidi Xeraic]

Outfit: Jedi Attire
Companion: Grisial
Equipment: Lightsaber, Ichor Sword and Nightsister Energy Bow
Tag: Isobel Serraris

Dreidi had lessen her time on Naboo for a while, letting Aileni have his own space and focus on his studying. Letting him discover who he was without her intervention since Dreidi did not wish to be an overbearing mother, but she was still very present in his life whenever there was a chance. Dreidi had decided to come visit him, helping with some of his studying and checking him. Dreidi was still concerned about the dark future that he had been prophesized to be facing but whatever it was, Dreidi couldn't see it in her son. He was still as promising as ever as a Jedi and showed a lot of potential in similar ways to her father. Which is something she expected but Dreidi continued to just be impressed with how fast her son was growing.

Perhaps that was just something every parent had to endure.

She found herself with free time so Dreidi decided to wander the Jedi Temple of Naboo, it had been some time since Dreidi surrounded herself around Jedi. The witch was much more comfortable around her kin than the Jedi. Her energy was very different with the Jedi, there had been a mixed experience with Jedi and Dreidi never really forgot that. Some hated her and even though plenty more had made her felt welcomed, Dreidi couldn't let go of those concerns she had all the way back as a Padawan. Perhaps the witches of Dathomir were right, that Jedi and their kind could never find peace of mix well. But Dreidi was trying her best to show that to be false. That they could find acceptance and respect in one another.

For now, Dreidi just continued to wander around and search potentially for where the library was again in this temple. The biggest issue with not being around Naboo as frequently was the fact that she would get so easily lost. Things still looked so unfamiliar.

 

[Isobel Serraris]

Location — Shiraya's Sanctuary, Naboo
Tags — Dreidi Xeraic
Paraphernalia — Double-bladed lightsaber, Jedi Armour

The temple felt foreign after all that had happened--with excursions to Voss, Ukatis and other regions of the Galaxy, it felt... strange to be back here. But endless travels would not bring a Padawan any closer to knighthood, it was discipline, training and practice that may further her progress on this slippery slope. Her recent duel with a Sith only strengthened that resolve, forcing her to get up before dawn and spend her days reading and training on the cliff-side training course.

Though one would be a fool to deny the physical ramifications it left on her health. The Nabooan was exhausted, mentally on a different planet, still haunted by the clash with the corrupted vessels of the Force. No matter how often she meditated, such horrific reminders would not be soothed--would not be cured. Innocent people, kidnapped and slaughtered for their knowledge. It was unjust. Unfair. Though there was nothing else to be done about it now, the damage was done, the consequences would follow.

In her blinded stupor, Isobel wandered down the halls to continue with the planning for the day. With the entire morning spent on utilising Soresu to defend against the training droids, the afternoon would be spent studying its form further in the countless holocrons and novels about it. Theory and practice, in perfect unison. For who would know when the next clash between good and evil would be upon them now? It was a question not even the apprentice Seer could answer.

The fog that clouded her mind was soon lifted as she bumped into the back of another figure. "Ow!" She let out, before taking a step back and running her hand over her forehead. Would she someday grow past this clumsiness? In all honesty, it was to be doubted. "I am sorry," The Serraris winced, before moving her hand away to look upon the... pale figure. Her eyes shifted from shock to confusion, why did this Jedi seem so... different? The markings on her arms, and the several strange jewellery pierced in her pointy ears. "Ma'am..." She added, still eyeing her warily, as if unsure what to call her.

It could be considered impolite to stare at a stranger('s back) for so long, though she could not quite bring herself to look away from the peculiar dark shapes on their pale skin.

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[Dreidi Xeraic]

Outfit: Jedi Attire
Companion: Grisial
Equipment: Lightsaber, Ichor Sword and Nightsister Energy Bow
Tag: Isobel Serraris

Feeling someone bumping into the back of her, Dreidi turned around and saw someone that clearly have the appearance of a Padawan lost in thought. It was an expression that Dreidi held many times in her life when she was growing up and it was something that Dreidi always found bemusing now when she saw it in others. There were clear signs that this Padawan was deep in thoughts and plenty of other things plagued her mind but Dreidi was not someone to pry. At least, she would not pry as a complete stranger. "I am Dreidi Xeraic. I suppose I am a Jedi Knight... So, you could call me Knight Xeraic.... But I rather you didn't. Far too formal." Dreidi chuckled softly.

"Might be something to look into changing, I have been a Knight for a long time now. Maybe I could just take the steps towards Master. Who knows." Dreidi sighed, thoughts of whether or not she should make those efforts lingered in her mind. She noticed that the Padawan was staring at her tattoos and the ways that they covered her arms. And the ones on her torso that could be seen from her attire. "I went a little non-traditional with the Dathomiri style tattoos." Dreidi explained.

Looking over to Isobel, "I am also a witch of Dathomir, not a Nightsister so don't worry I am not someone looking to cause trouble or curse the Jedi. Though I often threaten my son with one..." Dreidi gave another soft chuckle as she shook her head, "apologies, I am just rambling on now. Tell me more about yourself, what had you in such deep thoughts that you walked right into me?" Dreidi asked, waving to Isobel in the hopes that the Padawan would begin talking so Dreidi could stop rambling.

The Dathomiri had not spoken to outsiders in such a long time that she was realising that she could accidentally ramble on without much prompting now just to enjoy a conversation that was not based around education, Dathomiri culture or history, or talking about how to fight.