Universum Oblivione: Daughter of Malagarr

[Cersei Moirae]

The Malagarrian native curled her shoulders in at the sudden weight of a cloak, the inquisitiveness alive in her eyes, even as the rain fell. A sudden overwhelming scent of him curled up her nostrils and for a moment she swallowed, uncertain for seconds and then knowing. Cersei had felt as if she may drown in the lightly metallic, but richness of earth that clung to the massive expanse of clothing instead of the torrent of rain. Many questions littered her mind, perhaps of a shared affair and her fingers found the hem of the cloak, tugging it near.

He was in her space and though a part of her winced- more at the sudden acceptance, than recoil- she allowed the experience through the rough-wet palm of [member="Caid Centurion"]. Within a modicum of a single breathe, the sorceress' eyes drifted to shield golden irises as the vast net of the Prince's mind fed into hers in...smooth succession. Her own mind reached gently to slow...sifting through some of the moments at a pace more suitable to digest and remember. Cersei enjoyed the detail and her metaphorical fingers dove as if to push against the flow of his memory to imprint them firmly as opposed to a fleeting recollection of events.

The palm of her hand found his chest to steady her more diminutive frame when Endelaan became a focus and she pressed as if to fully grasp what the Prince had revealed. She had known, but she hadn't. Experiencing his life seemed to...peel back pages of her own. Were her expression fully visible, he could see that her brows had drawn together so much they'd wrinkled her small nose. Centurion genes seemed dominant when she'd studied the face of the father only for it to linger upon the son. That vision swam away...

Ziva came to mind and it was vivid, when the creature of Phindara appeared and those golden pools would stare in wonder like a child. By now, her breathe hitched and the fingers along his skin curled in. As much as she wanted to speak to the winged stallion, Cersei knew it was not the time. Instead, she marveled at the alien charm of it as it disappeared among wisps of white clouds.

Finally, the memory closest to the surface drifted to the sorceress and it was... curiously close to her own. Her lips parted to allow an exhale to escape and her metallic pools opened in a flutter of lashes only to stare up at his rain washed face. It had been before his hand had dropped- as if she knew it were to fall- a much more petite one came to grasp his, though it dwarfed it by comparison, she attempted to stay it.

Without say a word, Cersei offered him a bridge.

 

[Caid Centurion]

Caid was teaching his current apprentice about constantly being present in the Force, allowing it to speak to her. Yet here he was, allowing his own presence of mind to slip, waver in the presence of an enigma, an anomaly that he couldn't quite grasp. The feeling of skin lightly taking hold of his own finally pulled Caid back to the present.

The Sith Lord blinked multiple times before his eyes looked down at the hand on his chest and then to the side before centering on Cersei's gaze once more. In that moment, Caid was faced with a situation he'd never truly known in is life. He was at a complete loss for what to do or say. Despite the apparent futility of the situation, the Sith opened his mouth just barely to say something. The words, however, were lost in his throat.

Allowing a thin smile to touch his lips, Caid raised Cersei's hand to his lips, kissing the top of her palm softly. "Now...you know." Bright eyes shifted off into the distance for a moment as laughter found the smile on his lips. "I'm sure someone is missing you right now, Princess. I would hate to monopolize your time any more than I already have." The Sith Lord's gaze returned to the Princesses face as he took a step back. "Perhaps tomorrow you could tell me more about Malagarr? Show me around? Tragic how little I know about the closest civilization to that of Endelaan."

The rain had yet to abate, and Caid had no intention of retrieving his cloak from Cersei this evening.

[member="Cersei Moirae"]

 

[Cersei Moirae]

The Force and its infinite flow...fountain compelled fervor. Pulsating just beneath the surface, threatening to rip from the very ether. It was the first time she had made attempt to wrangle it and offer resistance in a way that the sorceress reached for the heat of Malagarr instead of the cool power that crawled along her being. Instead of a reprieve that just might pull her under with a siren intensity and desire to possess all that Cersei was. The manifestation was refreshment in the climbing temperatures of The Great Baleez Desert. It was... perpetually the pull of fresh water cascading from the cliffs when one's lips were parched.

Instead of quenching that... thirst, Cersei recoiled in defiance, reaching for the proverbial rays of sun she had grown accustomed to.

Years of training were testing her resolve. She was testing it and stared up at the Prince for a heartbeat longer before his lips slid along the softness of her hand, appearing to memorize the innocent, chaste action. When he laughed, the sound sliced through the thick humidity that accumulated betwixt them and the mood lightened. Cersei had let out a breath she had not realized she'd been holding in a rush of warm air and revealed a half-smile.

Before the native could answer, however, the reverberating power of the King lashed in her silence. With both of her palms pressed to [member="Caid Centurion"] in one sense or another, the intrusion moved from her softer flesh to his. It was not the thing she planned to share- however, Cersei did not apologize verbally, but instead quickly drew her hands into the folds of the cloak he had draped about her. The smile receded from her lips when she too stepped back, putting more distance between herself and the Endelaanian.

The light in her eyes, however, still held remnants of heat.

"It would be my pleasure, Warrior Prince, if..." with that, Cersei's slighter frame appeared to be absorbed into the night and sheets of rain.

Barely audible melodic laughter wove through the sounds of the jungle and dipped to touch upon his mind, ...you can keep up.

 

[Caid Centurion]

Tiny hairs on the back of Caid's neck and along his arms prickled softly as the wash of the King of Malagarr's power flowed unchecked through Caid. Cersei was quick to recoil, wrestling control over the sensation, but it had been too late. With the entirety of Caid's presence laid bare for the Princess, he inadvertently allowed a foreign presence access to his own mind, body, and soul. It wasn't exactly a learning point so much as a confirmation of a previously held belief. There just was not presently any other he could trust to guard his own mind and soul as they did their own.

That will change as a matter of necessity at some point in the future.

Allowing his gaze to linger on that of Cersei, the Sith Lord merely watched as the Sorceress faded from view. In time...her soft mental whisper on the ether of the Force was the last vestige of her presence to linger nearby. However, the intensity of her presence still burned so warm to him it was as if his soul had its own personal sun. Caid was still unsure whether or not he liked the sensation. Morning alone shall tell the truth of the matter, Princess.

Turning to face back towards the tortured waters, the Sith took a seat in the heavy rain and closed his eyes. In a matter of minutes he was back drifting along the currents of the Force.

[member="Cersei Moirae"]

 

[Cersei Moirae]

Let slip your senses, your discipline.
No.

To master a thing, one must first fail...fall.​

Like the many times before, the creature picked herself up and moved forward.

There was no show, no flare of power to announce her arrival. In fact, Cersei had barely pressed upon the massive doors to the hall, allowing only enough room to slip through. The Princess boldly met that of the only pair of eyes in the room when she turned. Little time was wasted and her soft voice filled the space between Toren and herself, "I am the Daughter of Malagarr and this is my home. Should you allow that simple fact to slip your mind again, King..." It was of the rarest occasion she mentioned her status and nearly at all that she would line it with her prophecy. She was often more of the people than above them.

The entire being of the man rose and the mannerisms of the Warrior he was, replaced that of the aristocratic nature her had recently displayed. "You will heed my authority, Princess. You will answer when beckoned. If my brother were here..." He had moved closer, his nose curling and it was if he had only noticed now the attire clearly not tailored for the diminutive sorceress adorning her that his eyes narrowed.

"Beckon? You confuse me with the Queen and your...conquests." Cersei scoffed, her eyes having gone a little wide. "He's not here!" Normally her voice was quiet, but it rose then. "You are not half the Warrior he was, Toren. You shirked your duties then as you do now! Wear that title, My Lord and hold to it close. Does it give to you comfort at night knowing your only brother....your twin brother had to die in order to obtain it? Tell me, did you even fight that night?" A light in her molten pools flickered and her head canted up, letting the hood fall back. The truth she spoke had never been uttered before, she had kept the nugget of knowledge to herself for reasons she did not know. Now, she knew. "This is the last time I will request that you cease communication with me through your shared bond with my sister."

Toren gave pause, clasping his bear-hands together on the podium. "A King cannot beckon his sister-in-law, the Sorceress? But an alien to this Kingdom can? Tell me, where were you that your arrival took hours?"

She had smiled then and it darkened the corners of her soft lips, "The Prince of Endelaan need no assistance to speak to me and my whereabouts are of no concern to you."

In the same way in which she entered, the Princess exited and ferried her bare feet past that of her quarters. Her head had dipped in the rooms selected by Caid's Warriors to find them slumbering. With a nod to herself, Cersei silently slipped to the veranda and further to the stables. While the tame horses didn't offer the same...feel as the wild or Zeva, they reacted in kind to her stroke along their manes and the rubs along their silken, short fur. They had nibbled oats from her hands, the same hands that moved and shaped the Force. It did not bother them nearly as much as people and for that, the Princess was eternally grateful.

Eventually, she drew to her knees with a light brush to her woven gown and left the stables a little more contended than she had found it. She glanced to the stars before exiting completely and impressed upon the newly found, but ancient feeling bond. In that small sense of time, the similar memory of her own stretched the heavens and like a ghost, would fall upon his thoughts if he so chose to accept them.

[member="Caid Centurion"]​

 

[Caid Centurion]

Despite the storm that raged around him, the inside of Caid's mind was perfectly calm. Drifting along the subtle flow of the Force, his presence was able to spread farther just the area surround the Baleez Estate. Gradually, the Sith Lord allowed his senses to touch increasingly large swaths of people. It was not an action that was so aggressive as to be noticed, but if an inhabitant of Malagarr happened to opening themselves to the Force at that very moment, they might well feel his foreign presence.

The Sith Lord continued in this manner for some time, not-so-secretly hoping that it would conjure an ancestor from the darkest reaches of the ether once more. A considerable amount of time had passed when Caid made the decision to withdraw and return the reality of his physical presence on Malagarr. However, before his mind could extract itself from the shifting energies of the Force, an emotion hit him with enough strength to give him pause. There was no need to guess or track the sensation back to its source. He'd been feeling the quality of the source since his arrival.

Anger. Irritation. It all swirled into a rather potent mixture that seemed poised to explode. Then, in the next moment, the emotion ebbed entirely. Whatever had serious enough to cause the Princess' ire to bubble to the surface...must have been just as easily dismissed by her as well.

Gradually, dark eyelids raised. A quick glance at his surroundings indicated the rains had moved on, sheets of water still visible in the distant night sky. What Caid had sensed was not yet enough to spur him to investigate. The Princess was an adult and, no doubt, capable of handling her own problems.

Standing, the Sith Lord jumped casually down to the soft sand below. Compressing his leg to help absorb the shock of impact, Caid quickly stood to his full height and began walking in the direction of the loading ramp. His long stride faltered at the base of the ramp as wash of emotions racked his mind in even strong fashion. The vivid detail of the images had caught the Sith so off guard that he reached out a steadying hand to one of the struts attached to the loading ramp.

Once he identified that what he was seeing was a memory...and not one of his own, Caid relaxed, allowing the images to play out. It was not until near the end when Cersei's emotion in the memory was at its peak that his voice gently reached across the expanse into her mind. You must let go of the past to forge a future, Princess. It would be rather easy for the Princess to interpret Caid's words. She kept a mental shackle to her past, but it did not grant her strength. Not really.

Then again, such cut and dry thoughts were the mark of his family.

[member="Cersei Moirae"]

 

[Cersei Moirae]

I must know my past... the response came softer than before. Thin fingers traipsed over massive emerald leaves still moist from the recent storm and they trailed along the fresh blooms of the night flower. The pale-silver of the moonlight gave them a glow that made it hard for one not to gaze upon, Cersei was not excuse and she found herself marveling. It was more peaceful here and more often than not, did the Princess sleep under the blanket of stars as opposed to the comfort of her bed. This night would prove no different. The rain only heightened the floral scents she now passed.

Continuing on her capricious path, she let the wan illumination of Aliir guide her steps and only slowed upon the feel of thicker sand beneath her feet. The gold of her eyes lit up as the glittering of amethyst cast over her tan features and she gave pause when the gentle tide licked her toes. Cersei stood ashore, letting her mind slip again, but over the water and the pull of the moon. One must know their past, lest they follow in the steps of those who fell and never stood again, it was not all for [member="Caid Centurion"]. Most of what she let flee upon the ribbons of the Force were for herself. As if reciting a lesson. It offers a knowledge that is rivaled by only one's own experience. It is with that... Cersei drifted again, continuing further into the dark violet waters until it dropped off and her feet were free.

That I will forge a future, dark Prince.

With a longing look to the sky, her head slipped under the water before scooping her surroundings back, propelling her forward. She swam for what seemed to be endless travel before rising next to a shadow. With a steady whoosh, Cersei's physique slid over a lip of soft, dark wood and slipped into the carved nook of her gondola. Before long, the stars were reflected in her pools until her lids closed. One must have a strong foundation upon which they plan to build, her song-like voice ebbed with the sleep threatening to pull her under.

Cersei.

The night was long, dreams having gripped her. They had effectively pinned her so that the sorceress could not free herself, could not rouse. When she had, the sun had beat on Cersei's face like a tribal drum and its rays blinding her. There was only one so powerful as to slip like silk unto her mind and near take possession. Boadicea. Upon the throws of slumber, the gondola had banked and not far from the estate.

 

[Caid Centurion]

There was a stark difference between remember the past and reliving the past. Caid's approximation of the vision that shared between their minds was that the Princess was flirting with the line. However, he said nothing in response to her definitive declaration. That was her path to walk, her journey to complete. The foundation need not have existed for decades, however.

The Sith Lord's deep voice receded from Cersei's mind as he re-entered his vessel. Leaving the loading ramp extended to allow for the vessel to air out, Caid stripped off his wet clothing once he was inside. Hanging the soaked items, the dark-skinned Sith retreated further into the Infiltrator devoid of clothing. Ordinarily, it was easy for Caid to place his thoughts at ease prior to sleep. However, on this particular evening, Caid's mind was alive with thoughts, images. He'd no particular idea if they were reaching across the ether into the mind of the Princess.

Eventually, the Prince of Endelaan descended into slumber, dreams of passion and conflict occupying his mind as he slept. Though the dreams did seem to vary, there was one constant. Cersei Moirae was always there.

[member="Cersei Moirae"]

 

[Cersei Moirae]

Though dawn broke through the clouds, a sense of euphoria coated her lightly bronzed skin and had yet to free her mind. Distinguishing whether they were created by her own machinations or by that of another made little matter, it blurred the lines of a reality. One that continuously piqued at the Princess' requited interest. Both arms were strewn over the wooden cocoon that her shapely frame nestled in, fingertips just above the gem-inspired water. Equally alluring pools had not yet taken in the rays of early morning as the illusions of night still held a power that simmered in the belly of the Sorceress.

Perhaps, Cersei pushed back, allowing the natural flow of things to manifest. She had already captured the feel of his skin under hers, the sound of his voice, and the very masculine scent that was [member="Caid Centurion"] wafted up her nose that the native had been swathed in the entirety of her slumber. The water having not...dampened his essence sewn into the fabric and his visage swam into view beneath her once more. The fall of her russet hair had framed it until it wasn't and his fingers had found their way through the soft tresses. Sounds filled her head again and the Princess stirred, bringing her fawning digits to her lips before licking the swollen fell of her tiers.

Gentle laps of violet robbed her attention and her knees drew in at the same time she stood. The gondola had slid onto the soft, red shoreline near the Estate, offering ease that she took advantage of and quickly made her way along the pebbled path, Your tour of Baleez begins within the hour, should you decide to accompany me then, Prince. Do you wish your Warriors to accompany us? The temperature was climbing, so it was best that they head out early.

Upon entering through the door nearest her quarters, Cersei first made it a priority to check-in with their guests. "Morning, Warriors of Endelaan. Did you rest well?" she gave a pause, finger-combing her hair, "Were the food and services up to your expectations?" Curt nods were given as response and she mirrored them before turning away in the direction of her room.

Half an hour later, the Princess emerged a little fresher in appearance and twisting her nimble fingers in the lockes of her dark hair, braiding it. The material and cream color was a near match to the gown previous, but were stitched in the form of loose fitting pants and a billowy blouse that coordinated with capped sleeves and few buttons that made the front have a mirrored v-cut. While it was pretty, it was practical and allowed optimal air flow for the native. She had also opted to wear sandals, given the terrain they would tackle and the pale brown of their laces wrapped up her ankles to tie at her calves.

"Where are you off to? The festival is near three days from this moon. Your festival..." Zariss approached, tapping the Princess at the elbow.

"My time is..." Cersei gave a sigh, flicking the braid over her shoulder. "It will have be later, much later." The *celebrations of birth didn't bother her. However, being nobility and it being her celebration, did. Too many things were involved and the incessant, combined desires of the King and Queen and their suitors often revealed less than acceptable results. The thought caused her lips to twitch in irritation. The show must go on.

With a soft peck to her sister's cheek and no immediate response from Caid, the sorceress fled the Estate right into the strong, pale build of Ziva. "How do you always know?" Cersei laughed and slid over the bare back of the wild beast. They walked at a slow pace and the blond mare halted just outside the grounds, shaking her great head. "Thank you for the ride, Ziva." Cersei moved one leg over the other and slipped down to land in the soft grass where the jungle began.

Very few steps separated Cersei and the Prince's craft, her footing soft upon the ramp. His presence was like a beacon and... she suddenly wasn't sure if seeing the inside of it was the smartest idea. The Princess took a step back. If it had matched the dreams...

We will return on the new moon of Aliir and for as many days as nights, Malagarr will be verduous.


*celebration of birth - the rise of a sorceress after her trials.

 

[Caid Centurion]

Caid's own early morning stirring was far less serene and graceful. Though he'd, naturally, experienced the same dreams as that of the Princess of Malagarr, his mind negotiated the exercise in a more visceral manner. The strength and passion of the affair was so precipitous in the recesses of his mind that his eyelids fluttered open damp with sweat, similar to the rest of his body. Silver-green eyes immediately searched the darkness that still held a chilling grip on the quarters.

As the Sith Warrior settled back into reality, he heaved his legs over the side of the bed and sat up. As he had only a rudimentary understanding of some of the Force's more powerful, arcane aspects, he had no idea that his dreams had been shared with Cersei. Projecting thoughts and emotions across the expanse to one another was one thing, but it had not really even occurred to him they might endure precisely the same dream at the same time.

After cracking his neck and stretching briefly, Caid finally came to his feet. While Cersei had elected to return to her room to get ready for the day, Caid went his daily morning workout routine. In one of the very first set of exercises, Caid felt the now-familiar brush of Cersei's presence against his own mind. The warming sensation swept through his body as he offered a reply. I will not require it of them, but I am quite certain they will insist if we are to travel away from this area.

By the time Caid had finished a brief workout and showered, he could sense the presence of [member="Cersei Moirae"] drawing near to the Nightstalker. The young Princess would find that Caid descended the loading ramp mere moments after she aborted her intention to walk inside. Bright eyes fold the familiar flecks of gold in Cersei's as he stepped into the early morning light. Unlike the day prior, Caid did not bother with the cloak. He did, however, swap out the lightweight combat boots for something more casually breathable in dark sandals with rawhide straps.

A quick glance at the Princess' form and Caid leveled his gaze back at her eyes. There was no malice in his expression nor a smirk upon his lips. In his bright, penetrating gaze, however, there was a clear indication that the fog of the night before had not yet fully lifted. Almost on cue, the two Endelaan Warriors appeared some fifty to sixty feet away. The Sith Lord noted that the Endelaan natives had also abandoned their cloaks this day.

"I'm yours for as long as you'll allow, Princess." This the faintest hint of a smirk did touch the corners of his lips.

 

[Cersei Moirae]

The recently empty space of Caid's vessel abruptly transformed into... a set of silver-green eyes and a frame large enough to take up the entrance. The Prince made it- his presence forced the woman to take in the sight all at once. Given his proximity and the dreams, it was all Cersei could do not to react. It was a strange feeling to have been intimate...concupiscent and yet, to never have actually touched them. In that moment, her fingers interlaced together and rested at her thighs. "Morning, Warrior Prince," the Princess met his intense gaze only for hers to flicker. In just the peppered heat of his, she knew. Crimson threatened to bloom upon her cheeks.

It had been collective. Synergistic.

Cersei swallowed and stood a little straighter at the movement of his lips, "Our first stop is the La'Oah Falls." A task. Her task. The distraction acted as a reprieve and her thin arm outstretched, revealing the direction before her footing pushed her closer to the treeline. She continued with a light smile, "The climb is," the native paused, "...steep and there are predators." It wasn't so much a warning- her voice was it's usually low, casual tone- they were Warriors and their ability was simply not in question. Just being aware of foreign surroundings and any interference was just respectful.

The further they moved, the more exotic the fauna and the brighter the blooms. Sun peeked through the emerald canopy above. "This jungle is La'Oah and is the most revered of the people. It is sacred," her hand moved to her chest, over her heart and briefly motioned to the same area on [member="Caid Centurion"], not quite touching him. A single, dark brow rose and Cersei continued, "Some say it is...magical," she snorted and laughed, "...and in many ways, it is. Do you know many deserts that turn into a tropical jungle? You might..."

Farther in the distance a lighter outline of cliffs stretched across the sky through an opening of large, neon leaves. "Do you know of other places like this? Ahh...should you have any questions, please..." The sound of rushed liquid could not yet be heard, but the glimmer of the violet falls twinkled in the morning sun.

 

[Caid Centurion]

Silver-green eyes danced over the delicate features of [member="Cersei Moirae"]'s face as she took...a moment. Caid had little reason to ask or to wonder at the source behind the flutter of Cersei's facial features. The lingering heat of his own dreams were still upon his lips even after a workout and a shower. After all, the ease with which their respective conscious thoughts melded into one entity had not been lost on the Endelaan Prince. The budding realization, however, was a touch disconcerting. This reality was not the result of any perceived unpleasantness but a concern that anyone might have an innate ability to slip past his mental defenses when least he expected.

As Cersei redirected both of their attention to the task at hand, Caid offered a shallow nod. Initiating a casual pace alongside the woman, Caid allowed his eyes to roam his surroundings. "Predators..." Chancing a sideways glance at the Princess, Caid allowed himself a thin smirk. "Well I guess I just have to be able to run faster than you to stay safe then."

Silver-green eyes filled with wonder at the many exotic and vibrant sites. Sure, there were plenty of places throughout the galaxy boasting diverse fauna and flora, but it seemed...different on Malagarr. He wondered if Phindara looked something like this. Eventually, Caid's gaze did return to Cersei as she asked him a question. "Admittedly, much of my life has spent out among the very industrialized greater galaxy. Wonders such as this..." Caid motioned with his arms to indicate the entire jungle, basically. "...simply are not in abundance."

Though he could see the violet falls coming into view up ahead, his attention remained on obtaining as much knowledge as he could from Cersei. "I do have one, actually. How is it you maintain this population in a satisfactory manner? Certainly an amount of breeding between the inhabitants you have here is possible, but in the end you would be hard-pressed to find matches that did not yield overly incestuous failures with severe medical complications."

 

[Cersei Moirae]

"If you can..." abruptly laughing, she had glanced to him from under the fall of thick, dark lashes. Cersei's attention slid away with a light shake of her head, "You may very well be safer with me, Prince." The normality of it struck her odd though and the woman let the wonder of the jungle replace the thoughts for a moment or two and canted her head up exclaiming it in a physical sense. Eyes that weren't quite hazel, but lighter, took in the bright panoramic view. Dazzled by it still.

It appeared her guest was just as captured and the Princess found herself watching his reactions to her world. What began as sincere curiosity was more brazen than what she thought it to be, but Cersei wondered silently if she had the same eager expression. The native wondered about his thoughts, but before she could speak, Caid answered as if knowing.


The smile that formed on her lips revealed a slash of white and reached her eyes. "It is...quite beautiful."

Thin, adroit digits found flesh when Cersei near hugged her own shapely hips while she strode, "That's...very observant," the Malagarrian began with a nod, "We have implemented a system some time ago that offered a reprieve for thick bloodlines. Aside from the occasional wanderer, there are two times a year during our eclipses of Aliir," she pointed to the sky at the near invisible sphere with one hand, "Where people, our Chosen are sent unto the galaxy to bring back the gift of...life." When it was said, molten depths flickered first and then, she continued explaining, "In rare occurrences, a people have been offered as well from the great well of the Galaxy. It is also how we...acquire what new tech we have. Our numbers dwindle though, as less Chosen are given passage or return from their pilgrimage."

 

[Caid Centurion]

Though the wonders of the jungle were certainly engaging, Caid quickly found his attention settling entirely on [member="Cersei Moirae"] as she gave a bit of insight into the culture of her people. It seemed largely in accordance with what he would have suspected. Yet, her answer also revealed certain things he'd not considered. For sure, it made him wonder about the people of Endelaan. They had seemingly flourished without much worry for incest. Perhaps that was more a testament to the difference in size of the respective populations. For the time being, most of the advancements made on Endelaan were the result of his family members exposing the world to new technologies.

However, the future of Endelaan were thoughts best left for another time. Perhaps it was all part of the reason he'd been sent to Malagarr? "I see. So...do your people force themselves upon an unsuspecting galaxy, or do they cajole their targets into some sort of intense, brief affair? Do these Chosen change every time, or are they typically the same ones?" Realizing that he was starting to ramble, Caid laughed briefly at himself. "My apologies. I'm just genuinely curious how you have all, apparently, managed to make this happen and remain largely anonymous."

The information, of course, could come in handy.

"Also what do you mean fewer and fewer return? Are they killed? Do they...fall in love." Which was a concept that Caid was not entirely sure he believed in. It seemed everyone in the galaxy had an ulterior motive, himself included really.

 

[Cersei Moirae]

The smile was a soft one, with too many meanings at once and her eyes cast down at that. It appeared to take a moment for the Princess to begin speaking again. Explaining doctrine was not something Cersei was adept with, as their was no one to tell them to. Malagarrians were inflected upon from a very young age by the Mothers and Elders. She was neither and so her speech would likely not be in the prettiest of articulation. It may very well be...confusing with rough edges, even with her melodic voice.

There was even answers that would, in no doubt, be opinion based- as a Chosen that was never able to take to the skies.

"It is to my understanding that it is usually a brief affair...or affairs," Cersei forced herself to look at him. At the very least, she could give [member="Caid Centurion"] honest attention and not speak half-truths, or opinions while looking elsewhere. "We are humanoid and lust...is usually not a hard thing to come by in any society. Perhaps, the Chosen merely offer a service in return for one? They are the lifeblood of our society and the task put upon them, is a large one. I believe each one comes to their own conclusion on how to carry out that task." It was simple enough to say, but in reality, there could be complications. In fact, there were.

With a light brush of her hand, the Princess tossed the braid behind her shoulder, "It is not unheard of for the same person to be Chosen, as the pool of Malagarrians available has dwindled," she paused and swallowed, "I have been Chosen four times upon the age of being able to...reproduce." Her long fingers collapsed within each other and rested at her stomach.

"Malagarr is largely unscathed because the Elders and Mothers deem it so. The task to shroud or spell to forget are not lost and have been in use for a very long time. Some have been welcomed and embraced upon the understanding that they must devote their being to our life above all else. That Malagarr and her people must come first. Though, I have not seen this in many years. Some have lost their life when proven to be a danger to us. "

Golden pools narrowed in thought to his next question, having asked the same thing. "I believe some may have ceased their physical shell, however, it appears more likely that their new found freedom took precedence over us. I suppose love could and often has played a part in that. Suppose... the overloaded senses preferred a life of that, than being complacent and grounded to one world. I would not know of such things," the gaze fell then and her sure footing increased to a faster pace, "I have never left Malagarr."

 

[Caid Centurion]

Silver-green eyes remained fixed on Cersei. Framed by a face that held mostly curiously expectant features, Caid's expression mostly managed to remain...detached. It was not terribly long before the sometimes curiously shy Princess launched into an explanation. The Sith Lord was not sure what he had expected, but he quickly realized that Cersei was allowing the flow of information between them to race forth without subterfuge or agenda.

He had no words for the petite woman until she fell silent once more. "You have never left Malagarr..." It was a curious statement to make given the information she had presented early-on in her monologue. "I thought you said you had been...Chosen multiple times?" Taking a few steps forward, Caid stopped just inside of a foot away from the woman. "Lost your nerve?"

Bright eyes remained focused on Cersei's own wild orbs. No, that couldn't have been it, could it? Cersei certainly did not seem the type to scare from the prospect of an adventure. Was she...a virgin? No, she didn't seem to carry herself much in that way at all. A thin smile eventually touched Caid's lips as he stepped to the side, unobstructing Cersei's path. Motioning for her to continue on, he did make one comment. "You should be the way; venture into the stars."

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[Cersei Moirae]

"Nerve," the singular word earned the Prince of Endelaan something akin to incredulous from under the fall of dark lashes. Then, the Malagarrian laughed, shaking her head. Recalling Aliir and the very first occasion that she was Chosen, the creature was near as confused as the man before her. Even knowing the prophecy surrounding her, perhaps naively hoping that the ritual would transcend. It had not and the ire of it built over the years, each time her face was revealed, or her name falling from the Elder's mouth.

Some time ago, the daughter of Malagarr requested that should she be among those called, for it simply not to be shared. That request fell on deaf ears and Cersei supposed it came straight from the King. It was like a prize he dangled. However, it took little time for the Princess to cease interest and so the tyrant pushed further. He appeared to enjoy her discomfort and misery.

Smoothing the muslin fabric of her blouse, the woman began again, "I have been a Chosen multiple times, but I am the exception to the rule." With a nod mostly to herself, Cersei trapped a sigh and used the energy to explain instead, "There is a prophecy that dictates that I am never to leave Malagarr during Aliir. You see, it is said, that any conception upon unhallowed ground will mean the destruction of my people and my world. That what child comes of it, will throw Malagarr into discord and remove balance forever."

The jungle sang around them and her fingertips trailed over a large, cerulean leaf, "That flavor of fear will drive many to... lose reason."

Thunderous sound ate up her voice, drowning it out. A massive cascade of violet fell violently to the depths below, scant meters ahead and the jungle floor became a carpet of maroon sand. The stars... Cersei reiterated to him softer, wistfully.

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[Caid Centurion]

Caid didn't really have much of a response to Cersei's statements...initially. As she went on about prophecy, Caid found himself thinking of the past. A mere few years ago, and this entire conversation would have received little more than an eye-roll and his summary judgment of her. Today? Well, Caid had witnessed things that he'd never previously known were even possible. The simple reality was that every civilization referred to this in different ways. In the end, Caid understood that certain people who devoted their time to study of the arcane possessed a phenomenal capability to interpret the Force. Still...

"The Force is a living entity, constantly shifting throughout the galaxy." Stepping closer to Cersei, Caid allowed a single finger of his right hand to lightly graze her cheek. Smiling, he offered the Princess a shrug. "Talk of prophecies, visions, and set futures... They are just talk. I am a firm believer that even the Circle of Seers cannot accurately determine the fate of the galaxy at all times."

Lowering his hand to his side, Caid allowed his smile to grow. "Much of the shared history between our two worlds likely would have occurred differently if their existed such a thing as an all-knowing, all-seeing entity. So tell me, Princess." Lingering close enough to Cersei for their bodies to almost be touching, Caid's lips lingered dangerously close to those of the Princess. Re-flashes of their shared dream drifted through his mind, quickening his heartbeat until the sound pounded in his ears. "Are you superstitious?"

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[Cersei Moirae]

La'Oah falls reflected, glistened in her sun-soaked pools with its neon fauna, opulent flowers, and burnished jagged cliffs. That was, until it was replaced with a set of eyes that closely matched the cascade of vines and leaves just past the expanse of Caid's shoulders. It was as if a touch of Malagarr's wild was upon the Prince- perhaps it was the ancient civilization that wove through his very veins. Perhaps, her very own as well.

The touch, however innocent, drove her current thoughts home. It did not so much set her skin aflame, as it felt magnetic and electric. Cersei watched him as she always did, with a fervent...intense curiosity. The native was not entirely sure if it was simply [member="Caid Centurion"] or if this was attraction that went past the rules of aesthetics to something the stars contrived. "I would say it is more. The...Force, that is." she said softly, the words barely escaping past the part in her pout.

In her mind, the Princess felt the desire to shudder at his sudden, intimate proximity. There was near-not-a-line betwixt his larger and her more diminutive frame- the warmth of his breath mingling with hers. "They did not determine..." pausing only long enough to let her own digits drum along the thin, sandy flesh of his knuckles, "you."

To say she was ill prepared was an understatement. Even though the sorceress knew. Knew of his arrival before he had...though the details were as lost as Malagarr was to the Galaxy. "I believe in timing," the creature let a smile settle, "and I believe in choice...visions change with each of those." A much smaller hand gripped his.

"I wouldn't be the Daughter of Malagarr if I wasn't," laughing suddenly, the Princess tugged, propelling them both into the violet depths mere steps away.

 

[Caid Centurion]

Caid's attention, unsurprisingly, was almost exclusively focused on the raven-haired beauty in front of him. With this level of proximity, her entire presence seemed to only deepen his intoxication. At this point, the Sith Lord was not sure if he was rendered immobile by some arcane pull of the Force, his own desire, or something about the very soul of the planet upon which they stood. Certainly, there had been a connection forged on Malagarr between a Warrior of Endelaan and a Sorceress of Malagarr in the ancient past. A part of him wondered how much had truly been influenced by the machinations of his ancestors. How much of the very environment within which he and Cersei were both currently encased had been altered for eternity?

Silver-green eyes brightened in a sort of smile that served only to match the subtle smirk already adorning his lips. "And yet...I was sent here by someone, no, something as timeless and mysterious as the very existence of your homeworld. I suppose...prophecy or not, I was propelled here, to this point." Truthfully, Caid couldn't be sure how great a credit was due to external influence. It was his desire, ambition that saw him taking heed of the massive, winged creature's words. The young Centurion wanted to be more...and not just for himself.

The sound of the Princess' laughter pulled the Prince from the silence of his reverie. In that precise moment, he saw a flash of what was to come. However, it was too quick and incomplete to accurately discern what was about to happen. As such, Caid was caught by some amount of surprise when the Princess hauled them both into the violet waters nearby.

Allowing his body to sink beneath the surface, Caid eventually pumped his arms one time to bring him back above the previously placid water. In the budding light of day, Caid's silver-green eyes flashed with mischief. "You know. This is now the second day in a row my clothes have been soaked by virtue of our continued interaction. It's seemingly becoming increasingly pointless to dress for our rendezvous'."