Anora Vahn
This Is How We Rise Up
It was almost mind numbing, just how much and how often Anora had to rearrange her life. From one thing to another, she always eventually ended up having to pick up and change everything around all over again. Most of the time there was a set path, some place for her to go, some place for her to be, something new for her to learn. This time however, there was nothing. Nora hadn’t heard from Tyran in…she didn’t even recall the last time they had spoken, and it admittedly left her floundering a little. So, she did things to keep herself busy.
Eventually, one of those things was led by her conscious. Why? Anora had absolutely no idea. In all fairness, there was absolutely no reason as to why the brunette owed anything to anyone – especially on Kashyyyk. But, the lightsaber she had strapped to her side was not hers, and despite the time she had, had it and even worked with it, the saber needed to be back with it’s owner.
Granted, Anora wasn’t stupid enough to approach her sister and attempt to put the damned weapon the younger woman had attempted to kill the older with back into the blonde’s hands. No, she knew who the saber needed to be turned into, though admittedly Nora wasn’t looking forward to seeing him either. However, it was a matter of lesser of two evils at this point, and as such the brunette had stepped into the halls of the Rest as if she had never left it.
Constantly she had her senses open, most definitely on the alert for Eenia. The last thing she wanted was a repeat of what had happened to Tyran’s ship happening here in the Rest. While impressive in a screwed up way, it was certainly not ideal. So, she made sure to keep a look out for the younger Vahn sister while she searched for her former Master throughout the halls. Knowing him well enough, he would probably find her before she found him anyhow.
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Eventually, one of those things was led by her conscious. Why? Anora had absolutely no idea. In all fairness, there was absolutely no reason as to why the brunette owed anything to anyone – especially on Kashyyyk. But, the lightsaber she had strapped to her side was not hers, and despite the time she had, had it and even worked with it, the saber needed to be back with it’s owner.
Granted, Anora wasn’t stupid enough to approach her sister and attempt to put the damned weapon the younger woman had attempted to kill the older with back into the blonde’s hands. No, she knew who the saber needed to be turned into, though admittedly Nora wasn’t looking forward to seeing him either. However, it was a matter of lesser of two evils at this point, and as such the brunette had stepped into the halls of the Rest as if she had never left it.
Constantly she had her senses open, most definitely on the alert for Eenia. The last thing she wanted was a repeat of what had happened to Tyran’s ship happening here in the Rest. While impressive in a screwed up way, it was certainly not ideal. So, she made sure to keep a look out for the younger Vahn sister while she searched for her former Master throughout the halls. Knowing him well enough, he would probably find her before she found him anyhow.
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