ᴅᴀʀᴛʜ ᴀɴᴀᴛʜᴇᴍᴏᴜꜱ
"A d e l i n e." she tasted the sound on the end of her tongue, searching for any sign of familiarity.
"I shall start with the Kainite archives, then perhaps the Inquisitorial records if need be."
Kaila assured her, seemingly confident in the organization's ability to dig up information on anyone.
Moskvin however chose to change the subject then, to which she nodded in understanding. She spoke of Dathomir and of Dyads, a subject which gave Kaila pause, resting a gloved hand upon her chin in thought as she recalled all she knew and all she did not of the mystical phenomena.
"It is no Dyad," she concluded, fingers flicking away from her chin in a sort of shrug.
"We may share a bond, but it is new, and a thing brought on by ritual. We share blood, in a way, allowing us to feel one another's presence at great distance, but only presence. We do not share thoughts, nor can we see one another. It is a strange thing and I do not fully understand, but a separate occurrence."
"Dathomir however," she continued, gaze returning to the witch with a glint of both confusion and child-like curiosity.
"Seems to impart so much more. It is as if a desire not my own, and yet this feels different from possession, of which I am certainly experienced. I feel a certain calm there which eludes me elsewhere. But also... a purpose yet unspoken. It feels somehow different from other ways the force has attempted to impose upon me it's foul will, and so for now I remain curiously attentive to this calling."
Darth Moskvin
