good is in the hands
Her eyelids scrunched slightly as she felt Connel’s distant energy standing at her villa’s stoop. Then his realization that she was out passed over her like a cloud momentarily obscuring the sun. It wasn’t that his presence troubled her; it simply eclipsed the peace she had found amongst the tall grass of a water meadow. She hoped that she could return to it, but now it was time to aid Caltin's son.
Her eyelids fluttered open and she stood slowly from where she sat on an ancient slab on stone that had fallen horizontal like a bench. She reached out through the Force to offer Connel an auric tether. If he took it, and followed the clairvoyant path, he’d find her at the end of it.
With this new lifestyle she had chosen for herself, she didn’t have much else to do but wander.
That and wait patiently, which she did for him.
An Elder head sculpture towered over the gently swelling hillside Efret had found her way to. In fact, its four identical faces observed the whole valley. One pair of stony eyes seemed to stare down Connel as he approached Efret. Nirrah, nor any of the other convorees that Efret now kept, were anywhere to be seen. If they were with her, they must have been perched on one of the figure’s many ledges along its far face cast in shade.
She smiled, knowing the humanoid figure too far off for her to see in sharp focus to be Connel. “Hello again.” The voice of her interpretation unit carried easily to him on the caressing afternoon breeze. “I didn’t know you’d be back so soon or I would have stayed home.”
Alternatively, she could have met him halfway, but she couldn’t bear to leave this place. Not yet. It reminded her of the Bogano Vault with its Zeffonian statues, and she needed the kind of comfort that similarity could afford her right now.
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