Ltulitr Butu'r
Mia knew she should have chosen a different meeting spot, but there was some comfort in the simplicity of the old Death Watch camp on Zanbar. Granted, the last time they had met here, they had flattened most of it, but rebuilding such a simple structure had been therapeutic. something to focus on, away from the wars rising on three fronts, away from the questioning eyes that fell upon her. Where was their Mand'alor? Why had Ijaat vanished? Questions she did not have answers to.
Her ship rested on a duracrete standing a little ways outside the camp, she rested on a makeshift stool, one of Ordo's tea blends resting in a mug in her hand, steam rising from it slightly as she rested her back on the outside wall of the hut, eye closed, listening to the natural hubub of the swamp around her.
So much had happened since they last spoke. Elise had left, Liorra had left, Ijaat had left. She was alone, save for her brother and he still wasn't quite himself. That had always been her curse though hadn't it? For the people closest to her to leave. She tried to convince herself it was better this way, that the less people she had close to her, the easier it would be to make the hard calls. But even that iron logic couldn't shake the emptiness that sat heavy in her soul.
Darth Malum of House Marr
Her ship rested on a duracrete standing a little ways outside the camp, she rested on a makeshift stool, one of Ordo's tea blends resting in a mug in her hand, steam rising from it slightly as she rested her back on the outside wall of the hut, eye closed, listening to the natural hubub of the swamp around her.
So much had happened since they last spoke. Elise had left, Liorra had left, Ijaat had left. She was alone, save for her brother and he still wasn't quite himself. That had always been her curse though hadn't it? For the people closest to her to leave. She tried to convince herself it was better this way, that the less people she had close to her, the easier it would be to make the hard calls. But even that iron logic couldn't shake the emptiness that sat heavy in her soul.
Darth Malum of House Marr