Alexandra Feanor
The Lady in Silver/Grey Historian
Alexandra shivered as she stood on Midvinter and looked around, confused where in the world this place was that she was suppose to be looking for. All she saw most of the time was ice for miles and even then it would be slightly better if the wind didn't chill her to the bone, mixed with the wind caused by the speeder she rode on. Her breath left her mouth and she looked down at the datapad, watching the marker blink on it and looking up once more.
She was here on Midvinter to pick up some kid, some new student she had promised to teach and guide. She had promised this to someone she trusted and new she could not let him down, even if she was a mess herself these days. It was good for her to get out and around again, to be running with her feet planted firmly on the ground rather than the mess she had been in the recent months. She did wish that the kid could have just come to her but she knew that was asking alot for someone she had yet to even meet and wasn't entirely sure how to break the news if the kid didn't know already.
Her hand reached up and rubbed at her temples, sighing and pulling herself back onto the speeder and kicking it off into a burst of energy once more. She flew across the ground, cutting through the cold air and pushing towards her destination, smiling as she felt the wind once more impact on her. She felt alive again, like she had before the isolation she had placed herself in during the two years after her last big decision. It had been the wrong choice, and she wished she could take it back, but it was too late now.
So she continued with a smile on her face and looking forward to seeing what this kid was made of, and to see if the big bear had given her a challenge or not.
It would take a dozen or so more minutes, but soon she would come into sight of what she was looking for. Her hands began to ease up as she drew closer and after a few more minutes she came to a stop, looking over into the homes that were there and the people that were gathered around and those that looked back at her. She sighed and reached up to remove the goggles from her face, and the hood from her head, looking around and letting her silver colored hair free.
She still wore the illusion that mimicked her old appearance, it being easier that way for those who might have been told she was coming by the big bear. After all, most people knew her as the Silver Lady of Alderaan, the Grey Historian... not a dark haired hermit that hides in ruins.
She would look around, trying to figure out who it was she needed to talk to, hoping someone had been expecting her.
[member="Tor Icehammer"]
She was here on Midvinter to pick up some kid, some new student she had promised to teach and guide. She had promised this to someone she trusted and new she could not let him down, even if she was a mess herself these days. It was good for her to get out and around again, to be running with her feet planted firmly on the ground rather than the mess she had been in the recent months. She did wish that the kid could have just come to her but she knew that was asking alot for someone she had yet to even meet and wasn't entirely sure how to break the news if the kid didn't know already.
Her hand reached up and rubbed at her temples, sighing and pulling herself back onto the speeder and kicking it off into a burst of energy once more. She flew across the ground, cutting through the cold air and pushing towards her destination, smiling as she felt the wind once more impact on her. She felt alive again, like she had before the isolation she had placed herself in during the two years after her last big decision. It had been the wrong choice, and she wished she could take it back, but it was too late now.
So she continued with a smile on her face and looking forward to seeing what this kid was made of, and to see if the big bear had given her a challenge or not.
It would take a dozen or so more minutes, but soon she would come into sight of what she was looking for. Her hands began to ease up as she drew closer and after a few more minutes she came to a stop, looking over into the homes that were there and the people that were gathered around and those that looked back at her. She sighed and reached up to remove the goggles from her face, and the hood from her head, looking around and letting her silver colored hair free.
She still wore the illusion that mimicked her old appearance, it being easier that way for those who might have been told she was coming by the big bear. After all, most people knew her as the Silver Lady of Alderaan, the Grey Historian... not a dark haired hermit that hides in ruins.
She would look around, trying to figure out who it was she needed to talk to, hoping someone had been expecting her.
[member="Tor Icehammer"]