Private There are More Things than Dreamt

[Vytal Noctura]

Not everything was about studying the mystical world far away from the rest of civilization, or in destroying the enemies of the Confederacy. After several minutes, a pale woman had managed to assemble a crowd. They had surrounded her and the twenty-foot circle she'd drawn in the square. Their heads wide with curiosity and disbelief as one small spectral display after another was conjured forth. Between each display the Witch roamed and gazed into the eyes of the uneducated in spiritual matters. Her voice carried to all that would listen how there was a large world, an unseen world that coexisted with their own; and that might powerful it was not one to be feared, but respected.

As Vytal Noctura spoke, a lone man slipped through the crowd. With her back to him, he stepped out to the edge, drew a blaster, and pointed it at the Witch's back.

Eyes were quickly drawn and some drew back out of fright. None noticed the Nightmother had stopped talking at the same time, or that she slightly turned her head to one side.

Three bolts were flung across the open space between them. Each dissipated with a long ping far before they drew near Vytal herself.

As the man mentally recovered from the sight, not understanding how what he'd seen with his own eyes were possible with no shield generator present, he took firm hold of the blaster once more to begin anew. Only then the Witch turned and with one hand mimed pulling the blaster from his hands. Her other hand drew a circle before her and invisible bindings wrapped themselves about the man's wrists. She beckoned the man forth and the wind itself seemed to lift the man where he stood before propelling him forward.

The blaster was discarded upon the ground in the center of her ring as Vytal strode out to meet the man. Her right hand fell over his chest, while her eyes began to glow with the power of another world. Soon a mixture of colors formed a cloud within the ring; the two people that stood there remain clearly visible while the grey, red, and black currents flowed about them. To the outsiders it was just that -- a tempest of muted or dark colors. To Vytal there was a man's life put on display by the spirits he brought with him that day.

Only seconds passed before his feet touched the ground again so that the Nightmother might whisper in his ear. Whatever words had been spoken soon caused the man to begin crying with his shoulders violently shaken by his sobs. Vytal cradled his head for several moments before local patrol officers stepped in to relieve her of the distraught figure, and his blaster.

After they'd been led away, the pale woman thanked everyone for their attention, but concluded the day's affair. "You will find Sisters and Brothers of the Mandragora here and on other worlds offering our knowledge freely. In understanding ourselves and the nature of the world around us, we can become stronger as individuals and as a community." Vytal nodded as a bow.

As the crowd began to disperse, she turned to her attention to a current of wind clearing away the ring she'd drawn and ensuring the local area was the same if not better than she'd found it. There might be a brave soul or two in the crowd that sought an answer to a question with Vytal no longer occupied in educating the masses.

Tag: Kaia Verd

 

[Kaia Verd]

Kaia had found herself out in the city that day looking to do some shopping and lunch, however that plan quickly went out the window as her dark eyes wandered onto the pale woman. As the crowd watched in awe Kaia found herself being drawn into every word that the woman said, she didn't know what was so alluring about what the woman had to say but she could not pull herself away from the woman.

It was then that the single man was singled out from the crowd, as he let loose his blaster bolts a scream rose in the small girl's throat, it only stopped when the woman stopped the bolts. As the man was pulled toward the woman the crowd pulled back however the small girl only got closer, closing in on the 20-foot circle the small girl's eyes lit up as the woman began her magic. The tempest grew larger until it dissipated

As the woman held the distraught man Kaia watched a bit shaken, however, once he was taken away and the woman gave her closing remarks Kaia closed the gap saying "Ma'am"

Tag: Vytal Noctura

 

[Vytal Noctura]

The pale woman turned slightly to look back at the young woman that had drawn near. Before Vytal replied, she turned to face Kaia at her full height. "Nightmother Noctura," she corrected and introduced herself all at once. There were many titles and honorifics for a Nightsister or Nightmother, though Vytal still wasn't sold on the offworlder use of "ma'am."

"How may I be of assistance?" A small smile surfaced on her black lips to try and dispel some of the dark and foreboding atmosphere she exuded according to some. Hard to say how effective it was. It was an effort. More than most Dathomiri women would bother with, but then Vytal had taken it upon herself to act as an intermediary between the Living, the Dead, and her Sisters. To say she had quite the burden to bear was an understatement.

Naturally, not aware of Kaia's eardrum damage, the pale Witch had spoken as she would to any that sought her attention. If the young woman had no hearing aids then that would be a small matter soon brought to bear in their interaction. Otherwise, Vytal did not lean on the spirits to try uncovering a new person's weaknesses or secrets -- it was an undue burden on the spirits, and it only served to diminish her own capabilities of reading those around her.

Tag: Kaia Verd

 

[Kaia Verd]

Kaia's dark eyes met those of the night mother as she was corrected "My apologies, Nightmother" She said softly, her hearing aids were working properly for the moment at least. Kaia quickly looked sized the woman up, though not physically imposing the young Mandalorian was not one to underestimate anyone, especially knowing the woman was powerful with her magic and it made Kaia once again become interested in learning, she had first encountered the Nightmother on the Orbital space station over Omwat. On that night she had meant to ask her how one could go about learning the ways of the Nightsisters but she had been distracted by a man she had taken a fancy to. That night was great but Kaia had regretted not asking the Nightmother.

"I don't mean to bother you but we met once before, or well I saw you at the celebration at Omwat and was meaning to ask if I could learn the mystical arts." She said softly yet her dark eyes burned with determination.

Vytal Noctura

 

[Vytal Noctura]

Vytal regarded the woman that had approached her and expressed a desire to learn. Well mannered. Lacked a crazed or easily distracted gaze. Bold enough to be forthright about what she wanted. Attributes that did not sabotage Kaia's interest. Nevertheless, there was an important matter to consider. "Why?"

"What I show people here," a pale hand gestured at the surrounding area, "is but the surface of a far greater reality. Easily digested. Unsettling, perhaps, but not terrifying or chilling to those that cannot grasp its full meaning on their own. Enough to interest as a matter of curiosity, perhaps, but not much further. You, however," Vytal paused just a moment to gaze into Kaia's eyes, "want more. To know more. Perhaps control more. It is a dangerous thing for the unprepared. A soul could be led astray by many perilous creatures in this realm or the next. So, why do you wish to learn of these things?"

It wasn't that Vytal felt like refusing out of hand at all. She believed any with a genuine desire to learn should be taught how to safely contribute to the growing body of knowledge of the mystic or other realms. However, it was important that not just anyone was accepted. One lacking even an inkling of respect for the spiritual world they sought to explore, or the ability to control themselves, could put more than just themselves at risk.

Tag: Kaia Verd