Sith Citadel
Ziost
Caid pretty much hated Ziost. The cold threatened to seep into his very bones, and he wasn't a big fan of continuous body temperature regulation. It was a skill that he'd found necessary to learn while among his mother's people on Dathomir, and it had come in handy more often than not during his years pirating the cold vastness of space. However, he felt that it diluted his natural senses. Perhaps in time to come, events would convince him to change his stance. Or maybe, just maybe, he refused to rely on it because that was one of the very recognizable traits of his father...who refused to wear a shirt pretty much anywhere.
His warm breath was visible as it escaped through specially designed air scrubbers in his mask during his ascent to the Citadel's entrance. Having returned to Thule from Korriban only a week prior, the young Sith had finally saw fit to make the journey to the Citadel. There were several reasons for his presence here, but reacquainting himself with a certain Omwati hybrid was chief among them.
Approaching the two sentinels at the door, Caid did not bother to acknowledge their presence, and they paid him the same courtesy. The large, heavy doors swung open in enough time for Caid to pass through without breaking stride. As soon as he crossed the threshold, he could feel the heat generated inside the Citadel almost instantly. Snowy footprints eventually faded and quickly melted as the young Centurion proceeded down the long corridor towards the library, the place he knew Athena would undoubtedly be.
Once he stepped inside the cavernous section of the Citadel, he focused his attention on a series of tables near the back of the hall. There were a few people present at this time of night...most of them Kissai trying to master more and more spells. The blue-hued skin of the half-Omwati, however, was the one that drew the Sith's attention. Coming to a stop just on the opposite side of her table, Caid clasped his hands behind his back before his deep voice filtered through his mask in her direction. "When did you get those?" The masked and cloaked Sith nodded his head to indicate [member="Athena Heron"]'s new wings.
Well. New to him, at least.
Ziost
Caid pretty much hated Ziost. The cold threatened to seep into his very bones, and he wasn't a big fan of continuous body temperature regulation. It was a skill that he'd found necessary to learn while among his mother's people on Dathomir, and it had come in handy more often than not during his years pirating the cold vastness of space. However, he felt that it diluted his natural senses. Perhaps in time to come, events would convince him to change his stance. Or maybe, just maybe, he refused to rely on it because that was one of the very recognizable traits of his father...who refused to wear a shirt pretty much anywhere.
His warm breath was visible as it escaped through specially designed air scrubbers in his mask during his ascent to the Citadel's entrance. Having returned to Thule from Korriban only a week prior, the young Sith had finally saw fit to make the journey to the Citadel. There were several reasons for his presence here, but reacquainting himself with a certain Omwati hybrid was chief among them.
Approaching the two sentinels at the door, Caid did not bother to acknowledge their presence, and they paid him the same courtesy. The large, heavy doors swung open in enough time for Caid to pass through without breaking stride. As soon as he crossed the threshold, he could feel the heat generated inside the Citadel almost instantly. Snowy footprints eventually faded and quickly melted as the young Centurion proceeded down the long corridor towards the library, the place he knew Athena would undoubtedly be.
Once he stepped inside the cavernous section of the Citadel, he focused his attention on a series of tables near the back of the hall. There were a few people present at this time of night...most of them Kissai trying to master more and more spells. The blue-hued skin of the half-Omwati, however, was the one that drew the Sith's attention. Coming to a stop just on the opposite side of her table, Caid clasped his hands behind his back before his deep voice filtered through his mask in her direction. "When did you get those?" The masked and cloaked Sith nodded his head to indicate [member="Athena Heron"]'s new wings.
Well. New to him, at least.