Posted 13 June 2018 - 11:00 PM
The signs were everywhere as the other witches’ spells were no longer green like ichor but purple. The natives, Sauvax, were more peaceful to the witches. Also, some seem pleased and accepting of the idea of a deity over the world. Many Sauvax fought the idea, but the corruption was happening.
The world was feeling more like home each day. Petra had spent thousands of years on Dathomir, and the change was different, but it was needed. There were hundred and one reasons the move had to happen. Biggest was for the Dathomirian; they were completely free on this world to continue their ways without force haters. All of this brought a smile to her face.
Getting up, a walk was needed now. The small herd of Rancors where coming closer to the stronghold. It was always nice to be with them. They were all descendants of Petra last familiar, the herd mother of the Morte Clan Rancors. Since her return, she had not taken a familiar. Her bond with the previous was so long that the lost still felt fresh to her. This could be why she moved these rancors first and took extra care of them all.
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Posted 13 June 2018 - 11:48 PM
She knew. One didn't grow up on Dathomir and not know. The stories, the legends, the history. Katrine Van-Derveld knew who had chosen their domain on the Leritor the moment the spirits had alerted her to the presence of an ancient Witch whose ichor turned purple. The power was undeniable. Mandragora watched of Ryloth before other worlds but all of the CIS space was under its protection. And when a Witch made a home on one of its planets than it was the Nightmother's duty to approach said, Witch.
That was the purpose of her journey to Leritor. She had remembered her last visit there, the Seven Seas resort had only just been opened and Katrine had met the Rylothian Viceroy of the new age. It had been a visit with a purpose as this one should be.
Nocte Aranea docked at the spaceport before she would find one of the local's drivers and request she be taken to see the Viceroy of the planet. Now, Katrine knew the stories and from those stories, she knew she was facing a Witch with her own cult. She also knew the same woman had her own clan. Morte Clan. And that Nona had once charged her and Kat's Aunt Kytarra to represent Dathomir. However, none of her history lessons included Leritor so Katrine couldn't tell if this was new history in the making as many things were or if it wasn't something that was mentioned to Dathomirians in the time she was growing up. Or perhaps the Singing Mountain Clan elders knew none of this to be able to speak of it.
Either way, the driver would take the Nightmother where she needed to go.
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Posted 14 June 2018 - 02:20 AM
Back with Petra, she was enjoying time with her babies. The full grow rancors that came to meet her as she was doing the same. Making sure each one got a greeting; the witch talked to the ones that were chattier than the others. They all were asked about the world and how the hunts were going. Many desired to eat the Sauvax near the mountains. Of course, Petra had to remind them of the rules. She did not deny it would be fun to watch; however, she did the sort of right thing with say they would all get a special meal.
Of course, the new energy was not ignored when it arrived. Petra was more focus on her rancors over that feeling. Still, curiosity was there. It just needed to wait for the time. Making it into a game would be fun; yet, she had no clue who it was. Slipping through the force, the path was straight and easy to follow. The witch she saw was unknown. A cute stranger but really never seen before. So spoke to her. “And you are?”
Edited by Petra Cavataio, 14 June 2018 - 12:01 PM.
Posted 14 June 2018 - 12:02 PM
Inside the Viceroy building, the explanation had been brief and slightly confusing. The Viceroy was there but not in the building. They weren't allowed to go where they thought she was but there were ships and massive creatures. Katrine hadn't followed what she was being told.
She was a little nervous if she was going, to be honest with her. Nona always told her stories of the past. She knew bits and pieces, enough to know Petra Cavataio was someone powerful. Someone of power. Katrine didn't know all the connections though, especially not the connections that in fact connected the Hawks and Cavataio, or even the connection between Petra Cavataio and her Uncle Isley. She just didn't know.
Workings of the Force didn't go unmissed by the Nightmother as she waited with unknowing clerks. The spirits stood in attention to the presence as well. Katrine had felt the Witch arrive as she did, the question forming soon enough. Who was she? "Katrine Van-Derveld Hawk," she responded. Normally, Katrine didn't bring up the name she was born to have. Most of the time siblings just went by their Father's name. They were Lupines as he was. Yet, Van-Derveld Hawk was who Kat was. "Your presence here on Leritor has stirred the attention of the Mandragora spirits, Elder Petra, so I've come to meet you,." Katrine didn't expect a woman like Petra Cavataio to know who she was. She might have recognized the name Hawk from previous dealings with the Singing Mountain Clan, she didn't know. But Kat wasn't here on behalf of the Hawks or the Singing Mountain Clan. She was here on behalf of the Mandragora and the spirits.
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Posted 14 June 2018 - 10:04 PM
Another piece that followed behind spirits, the child’s name, and more exact the name of Hawk. All the years she lived on Dathomir. The millenniums there and countless people she crossed, some families were said, and everyone knew their clan. Also knew a lot about the type of person they could be just on a family name. This one to Petra was noted over others a little more because of her attempts of taking Dathomir entirely for herself centuries ago. The Singing Mountain Clan were one of the last to fall under her influence, so her cult to rule over the world. The Hawks were a little headstrong during that period of time. However, how she saw the witches now. Petra missed the old days when it was more amusing.
We could sit and pick at each word like Van-Derveld because there was one that Petra cross path once or twice, but the man was very amusing to her. Then Elder, a title that Petra have not heard in ages. There were so many other titles she was called these days on top of the ones from the past. In addition, Kat coming out to meet her on Leritor while that made Petra now looking for this little one to come out and visit. The question was how to get Kat out to her stronghold. There many styles to go with but an idea did form that was more like home.
Petra happily said, “Well, child… enjoy some shopping and relaxing for right now.” That was Petra assuming that was what kids these days. She was old and had no young children anymore. Continuing on, “Then close to dusk, outside of the city will be a rancor waiting for you to ride or walk with… He’ll bring you to me.”
With that said, Petra’s presences disappeared. She was told what she wanted to know and said what she wanted to say. Looking at one of her babies that was among the largest, it was the one being sent out to pick up her guest. The others were told to keep an eye out but not to worry. Then Petra was going to continue to work. There was still a lot to the stronghold.
Edited by Petra Cavataio, 14 June 2018 - 10:04 PM.
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