Goddess
[member="Darth Metus"]
In the moment of Petra fighting with herself, there was a moment that reminded her what she had done over the last twenty years. Well, the things that were not related to numbing the pain with sticks and hiding at the bottom of a bottle. One was adopting a Mandalorian. An acted so out of character for Petra, she lied and withheld all the important details from him. All because the boy had beautiful darkness so interwoven in the fates’ threads that it was pure art. With that memory, Petra used the moments to search for the connection.
Focusing on the ties to the spirits and energies of the force, the space she was existing with her mind filled with strings. Each one vibrating and glowing differently to the ones around it. It was her visualization of lives that the force flowed through. Her hand reached out to the strings. Those touched by the fingertips gave her a sense of who they were not. All so got from the feelings was a sense of familiarity or not. Everything about the person was not available to her. Walking through and touching each one with her fingertips, she was looking for the mark. One that she placed on him like she had done to a select few through time.
In the real-world time had even moved a second while in her head, the search had gone on for an hour. As the mind could process quickly, she had felt so many feelings from the strings. Some were so foreign but a few were familiar. She did feel the mark which turned out to be her Mira. However, her finger caressed a string that had the mark. Stopping in her tracks, Petra’s finger swirled around the string to cause it to wrap around. The touch, feelings, and mark allowed her to focus. It was the man she was looking for.
Petra’s other hand grabbed onto the string as the other in the space disappeared. Tightening the hold, she pulled on it like climbing up a wall. It was the visualization of her driving deeper into the need to focus harder to speak to him. With the pull and focus, the blackness of the empty space sped up in a zoom to become a room. Petra was standing at the foot of the bed looking at Isley sleeping.
The silence of the room ended as Petra firmly, commandingly and of course, loudly broke the silence. “Get up, son… it’s time to talk.”
In the moment of Petra fighting with herself, there was a moment that reminded her what she had done over the last twenty years. Well, the things that were not related to numbing the pain with sticks and hiding at the bottom of a bottle. One was adopting a Mandalorian. An acted so out of character for Petra, she lied and withheld all the important details from him. All because the boy had beautiful darkness so interwoven in the fates’ threads that it was pure art. With that memory, Petra used the moments to search for the connection.
Focusing on the ties to the spirits and energies of the force, the space she was existing with her mind filled with strings. Each one vibrating and glowing differently to the ones around it. It was her visualization of lives that the force flowed through. Her hand reached out to the strings. Those touched by the fingertips gave her a sense of who they were not. All so got from the feelings was a sense of familiarity or not. Everything about the person was not available to her. Walking through and touching each one with her fingertips, she was looking for the mark. One that she placed on him like she had done to a select few through time.
In the real-world time had even moved a second while in her head, the search had gone on for an hour. As the mind could process quickly, she had felt so many feelings from the strings. Some were so foreign but a few were familiar. She did feel the mark which turned out to be her Mira. However, her finger caressed a string that had the mark. Stopping in her tracks, Petra’s finger swirled around the string to cause it to wrap around. The touch, feelings, and mark allowed her to focus. It was the man she was looking for.
Petra’s other hand grabbed onto the string as the other in the space disappeared. Tightening the hold, she pulled on it like climbing up a wall. It was the visualization of her driving deeper into the need to focus harder to speak to him. With the pull and focus, the blackness of the empty space sped up in a zoom to become a room. Petra was standing at the foot of the bed looking at Isley sleeping.
The silence of the room ended as Petra firmly, commandingly and of course, loudly broke the silence. “Get up, son… it’s time to talk.”