Taeli Raaf
Bookworm
[member="Corvus Raaf"] [member="Emilia Marean"]
"That's for Emilia to decide, I'm going to walk around for a bit," Taeli replied, smiling brightly as she nearly dashed off to examine a statue of one Jedi that had been taken by the thought bomb. She would look at the Sith statues . . . but she really didn't care about Kaan or his Brotherhood of Darkness. There was a reason Bane tricked Kaan into their own destruction, and why Bane switched to using cunning and patience in his plans. She might not consider herself a Sith much anymore . . . but that didn't mean she didn't appreciate being clever or patient.
Her sister's line of inquiry about Connor, and her own admission, also had her mind racing. He was truly an interesting individual and one she really wanted to see again, especially after their last meeting at the tomb on Panatha. His passion for what he did, while still teetering towards darkness, was admirable, but she knew that darkness still lurked. From someone who had been on the other side of changing, going from dark to light, she knew how slippery the slope could be. If they met again, she would remove the last of that Sith Magic, she swore to herself. One more action to atone for any crimes she might have committed.
The light rain was starting to fizzle out as she down in front of Hoth's statue and just examined it. Her mind wouldn't shut up though as she observed how the Jedi Lord was portrayed in this pose and how it certainly made him seem more heroic than what she had read about. There had been nothing heroic about that Battle of Ruusan, noble yes, but it was more pragmatic. He was still a hero for other things, including dealing with the thought bomb, but Ruusan had a way of shifting the image of something to reveal the real being.
"That's for Emilia to decide, I'm going to walk around for a bit," Taeli replied, smiling brightly as she nearly dashed off to examine a statue of one Jedi that had been taken by the thought bomb. She would look at the Sith statues . . . but she really didn't care about Kaan or his Brotherhood of Darkness. There was a reason Bane tricked Kaan into their own destruction, and why Bane switched to using cunning and patience in his plans. She might not consider herself a Sith much anymore . . . but that didn't mean she didn't appreciate being clever or patient.
Her sister's line of inquiry about Connor, and her own admission, also had her mind racing. He was truly an interesting individual and one she really wanted to see again, especially after their last meeting at the tomb on Panatha. His passion for what he did, while still teetering towards darkness, was admirable, but she knew that darkness still lurked. From someone who had been on the other side of changing, going from dark to light, she knew how slippery the slope could be. If they met again, she would remove the last of that Sith Magic, she swore to herself. One more action to atone for any crimes she might have committed.
The light rain was starting to fizzle out as she down in front of Hoth's statue and just examined it. Her mind wouldn't shut up though as she observed how the Jedi Lord was portrayed in this pose and how it certainly made him seem more heroic than what she had read about. There had been nothing heroic about that Battle of Ruusan, noble yes, but it was more pragmatic. He was still a hero for other things, including dealing with the thought bomb, but Ruusan had a way of shifting the image of something to reveal the real being.