Little Thorne
Outer Rim, Quelli Sector - Dathomir: The Surface.
4 months...
It took four whole excruciating months to get away from her own family and responsibilities as a Thorne. The constant pestering to try once more at becoming a Jedi and bolstering their ranks with her talents was all her father wanted. Adalee wasn't sure what she wanted, but she knew staying on Lorrd and delegating behind her own Houses' back wasn't the answer either. She had come from a few other planets close by in order to establish connections for the House of Thorne. Wealth meant a lot of things to others, but to Adalee, it was merely a tool. Even so, none of those mundane chores mattered.
Not Now.
Instead, as the soft rumble of the ship latched to the ground safely, Adalee smiled. Normally, she would have smiled simply due to the fact that she didn't die in transit. She had been terrified of flying, but her credits paid well enough to hire some of the best pilots in the galaxy. While that small factor helped, she had good reason for such fright, she'd been in a devastating crash before, no less in the outer rim territories. The thought always lingered when she flew. But again, none of that mattered.
Not Now.
Adalee's smile stretched from ear to ear, her fair eyes scanning for her things as she quickly grabbed them and prepared to exit the star ship. The excitement turned to anxiety as the hatch of the door opened to a misty veil, atop a flat surface on the ridge of a large mountain. She took a deep breath and clicked over on the ship's comms before stepping out onto the clay-filled dirt below.
"Good job making it here, Jeb. I'll be a long while, don't leave without me."
Her boots crunched as they dug into the red grains below. The light mist seemed to clear as her body touched it, obscuring it's natural pathway. Adalee reached into her bag and pulled out a stained sheet of paper, something old with detailed ink in the form of a map. She logged it into her planet side coordinates and tucked the paper safely in her brown satchel. She swung the strap backwards and held onto it tightly before proceeding. As she began her descent, her mind began to run wild.
Was there really a temple here? Did her studies and everything about the Book of Dirge mislead her? Why couldn't she let this go? What answers did she want? Could Dathomir witches be tied to this kind of power?
Her thoughts were cut off, an odd sound breaking her internal interrogation. Adalee was quick to shift her glance, careful of any danger. that might have been present. She learned of the species that resided here, the only thing she hoped she didn't encounter was a Rancor. The sound faded and her body relaxed. Adalee took note of this and as she continued down the pathway, she rested her hand upon one of her three hilts.
One thing was clear, she had arrived on Dathomir.
