Anaya had never liked Korriban. Oh yes, it was the birthplace of all sith, a desolate world that bred cold warriors, but she did not like it. She stood at the window of the small conference room, it overlooked the training grounds and she watched as apprentices tested each other and trained though with little discipline. Many of the training sessions had broken into full fights as they attempted to kill one another.
Anaya sighed, remembering how she had done the same thing but for the sake of gaining Moridin as an apprentice, not just for the sake of her pride.
Hands clasped behind her back she continued to observe the chaos while she waited for Ashin Varanin to arrive. She had been somewhat bitter about the emperors message, feeling that to serve as a second in command seemed somewhat beneath her.
She was not however, such a fool as to voice that. As his hand, it was her duty to obey him, to take action where he was unable to.
Anaya sighed, remembering how she had done the same thing but for the sake of gaining Moridin as an apprentice, not just for the sake of her pride.
Hands clasped behind her back she continued to observe the chaos while she waited for Ashin Varanin to arrive. She had been somewhat bitter about the emperors message, feeling that to serve as a second in command seemed somewhat beneath her.
She was not however, such a fool as to voice that. As his hand, it was her duty to obey him, to take action where he was unable to.