Alexandra Feanor
The Lady in Silver/Grey Historian
Alexandra whistled as she moved about the chaotic city streets that made up Ciomia, it being a relatively small city but one that was interesting none the less. The city was small in comparison to many on the galactic scale and a measure of utter chaos due to the nature of how the city had expanded and crew unlike conventional cities in the galaxy. Most planned for growth and built around the idea of some natural order to the growth, while Ciomia was one that had been built out of pure need and necessity rather than any plan.
That was part of the reason that Alexandra liked the city so much more than most cities. It allowed for her to move about the city along rooftops and look down on those below, able to drop down and help someone before disappearing above once more. The city was much more like one would expect from a nuclear age society, one that had barely mastered space travel, if not for the obvious trademarks of the greater galactic society that was familiar. Datapads, speeders, and the likes ran along the streets and in the skies, but the city itself was clearly still small and would come to grow in the future most likely.
She wondered why she was sitting up above the city today though, as it had been a slow day in the first place and she had no reason to visit the city. She simply felt like coming to the planet in the first place and now sat here, wondering why she had been dragged to this location by the force. She figured something important or that she was needed for would occur, but what was as hidden to her as possible.
Her hand reached over and scratched at Daeda's head, the small Ashlan wolf that traveled with her and watched her back. She enjoyed the company of the little guy and he helped her to not just fall apart when her head started to hurt too much from Hel's meddling. The darkside spirit had taken to really trying and disrupting her train of thought recently, something she was not enjoying in the least. But, for now she was silent and Alexandra waited for what ever it was that she was suppose to see.
[member="Abigail Meredydd"]
That was part of the reason that Alexandra liked the city so much more than most cities. It allowed for her to move about the city along rooftops and look down on those below, able to drop down and help someone before disappearing above once more. The city was much more like one would expect from a nuclear age society, one that had barely mastered space travel, if not for the obvious trademarks of the greater galactic society that was familiar. Datapads, speeders, and the likes ran along the streets and in the skies, but the city itself was clearly still small and would come to grow in the future most likely.
She wondered why she was sitting up above the city today though, as it had been a slow day in the first place and she had no reason to visit the city. She simply felt like coming to the planet in the first place and now sat here, wondering why she had been dragged to this location by the force. She figured something important or that she was needed for would occur, but what was as hidden to her as possible.
Her hand reached over and scratched at Daeda's head, the small Ashlan wolf that traveled with her and watched her back. She enjoyed the company of the little guy and he helped her to not just fall apart when her head started to hurt too much from Hel's meddling. The darkside spirit had taken to really trying and disrupting her train of thought recently, something she was not enjoying in the least. But, for now she was silent and Alexandra waited for what ever it was that she was suppose to see.
[member="Abigail Meredydd"]