Queen of the Nightsisters
Ever since that moment her sister became overpowered by unknown spirits, which she had freely invited to possess her, Pom had not returned to the Mandragora, fearing all between them lost. At that point when her emotions began to rage, some power had stolen the Nightsister's presence away from among her own people, and she found herself deposited upon Coruscant. Since the moment she first heard the name of the suspected power, Pom has come to believe her arrival was the orchestration of Cyr's one and only Ashla. Residing amidst the historical Light of the core worlds, certainly none could discover her shadow were they to attempt such, neither could Pom reach out to seek an update of her old coven, or travel back from whence she came in the same manner she had arrived. The profuse Light hindered her ability to a degree.
At the most, her situation intrigued her. The inhabitants were not unwelcoming in the least, just the opposite. She had discovered an anomaly upon the planet itself. Her very first night, after meeting [member="Cedric Grayson"] and being invited by him to meet his Goddess, Pom had been lead to an abandoned place to rest her head for the night. Here among the lower levels of Coruscant, existed a reservation if you will, which as history states should no longer exist, for it had been land once reclaimed by industry and built upon. No land at all should be found on this planet; in fact were there no history ever recorded about this planet, one would think the entire mass of it solely man's grand fabrication. No dirt, no wild plants or grass, no ocean… Pom had recognized a magick down towards the concreted surface, and she broke off a flower at its stem, -how it grew here was in itself by magick,- she then walked under an archway, when lo and behold the land before her eyes transformed to what she could only define as being as that from out of Coruscant's past. There is no other explanation she could fathom. Records held that no such a place existed anywhere, anylonger.
Her new home holds many magickal mysteries, which its new sole inhabitant is still uncovering a little at a time. Ashla has proven herself generous, and easily holds Pom's interest. What better way to understand her, than through her children? Pom is not shy about asking questions, or answering those posed to herself. She just needs to realize what types of differences exist between their practices, in order to have any clue regarding what to ask about. A Nightsister's life is a sheltered one. The only outside influence they receive is by adults who are daring enough to venture to Dathomir. Mostly their's regards private matters with the women. When she learned through Cyr that a few of the Jedi whom she had met upon a recent excursion would be together again at the Temple training grounds, she wanted to meet them.
The feel of the planet had been difficult to tolerate at first. She had ingested Potion after Potion. But she found the once harsh burning sensation of the Light slowly subsiding over time. Pom could not determine why that was exactly. She does not feel any different since she first arrived. Perhaps it is by sheer ambition, she figures, for nothing else seems to fit, nothing solid.
She quietly made her way into the grand lecture hall and caught the end of the topic discussion, only to find the Jedi students began leaving a moment thereafter. She stayed behind, hoping they have a bit more time to spare for her.
She saw Cedric in the pulpit. "Forgive me, my lateness," she said. She did not mean to miss the lecture, but the sensations which emanate from this Temple commanded her focus long before her actual arrival, and held her mesmerized for far longer than she ever could have anticipated they would.
At the most, her situation intrigued her. The inhabitants were not unwelcoming in the least, just the opposite. She had discovered an anomaly upon the planet itself. Her very first night, after meeting [member="Cedric Grayson"] and being invited by him to meet his Goddess, Pom had been lead to an abandoned place to rest her head for the night. Here among the lower levels of Coruscant, existed a reservation if you will, which as history states should no longer exist, for it had been land once reclaimed by industry and built upon. No land at all should be found on this planet; in fact were there no history ever recorded about this planet, one would think the entire mass of it solely man's grand fabrication. No dirt, no wild plants or grass, no ocean… Pom had recognized a magick down towards the concreted surface, and she broke off a flower at its stem, -how it grew here was in itself by magick,- she then walked under an archway, when lo and behold the land before her eyes transformed to what she could only define as being as that from out of Coruscant's past. There is no other explanation she could fathom. Records held that no such a place existed anywhere, anylonger.
Her new home holds many magickal mysteries, which its new sole inhabitant is still uncovering a little at a time. Ashla has proven herself generous, and easily holds Pom's interest. What better way to understand her, than through her children? Pom is not shy about asking questions, or answering those posed to herself. She just needs to realize what types of differences exist between their practices, in order to have any clue regarding what to ask about. A Nightsister's life is a sheltered one. The only outside influence they receive is by adults who are daring enough to venture to Dathomir. Mostly their's regards private matters with the women. When she learned through Cyr that a few of the Jedi whom she had met upon a recent excursion would be together again at the Temple training grounds, she wanted to meet them.
The feel of the planet had been difficult to tolerate at first. She had ingested Potion after Potion. But she found the once harsh burning sensation of the Light slowly subsiding over time. Pom could not determine why that was exactly. She does not feel any different since she first arrived. Perhaps it is by sheer ambition, she figures, for nothing else seems to fit, nothing solid.
She quietly made her way into the grand lecture hall and caught the end of the topic discussion, only to find the Jedi students began leaving a moment thereafter. She stayed behind, hoping they have a bit more time to spare for her.
She saw Cedric in the pulpit. "Forgive me, my lateness," she said. She did not mean to miss the lecture, but the sensations which emanate from this Temple commanded her focus long before her actual arrival, and held her mesmerized for far longer than she ever could have anticipated they would.