Darth Mortyra
The speeder carrying Meya settled onto one of the landing platforms of the Rajnhet Estate. Its engines coughed heat into the evening air with a low mechanical whine as they powered down.
The night was already warm, which caused the heat to cling to the speeder already, the platform and the surrounding stone, though Meya felt little of it. An unnatural cold radiated from her skin, subtle enough to go unnoticed from a distance, but unmistakable to anyone who came close enough.
She was late, and it did not concern her. Pleasure was not what had brought her here so she did not care about missing some noble.
Her dress caught the numerous sources of light scattered around the landing area as she moved out of the speeder and stood upright. The dark fabric fell close to her figure before spilling toward the floor, and was threaded with fine gold that glimmered against the black with every shift of her body.
As usual, golden chains were woven through her dark hair, sliding softly against one another as she walked. The scent of her perfume followed her into the open air, warm and faintly sweet, mingling with the sharper smell of heated machinery, expensive alcohol, and the warm night.
Two of her bodyguards fell into step several paces behind her, one on either side.
Ahead, a broad staircase rose toward the entrance of the estate caught her golden eyes, so did its framing of tall lights and the silhouettes of guests moving in and out. A pair of attendants stood near the top, greeting arrivals and directing them inside.
