Walking through the final clearing that barred her from the woman she shared a life bond with, Silara could sense the closeness in proximity between herself and her younger sister. Though she knew there may be a variation in appearance - Silara had been 'modified' through Sith Alchemy not all that long ago after all - the Vahla felt that she would know who she was by sight. Even now the feeling of closeness grew as she drew nearer still toward the Temple, though at a much faster rate than before, and her heart skipped a beat as she heard a shout. It was odd, quite so really; the noise she heard wasn't audible - she hadn't felt the vibrations in her ear, but rather within her. Generally speaking, Silara was the one whom would find her target first, as an assassin that was generally how it worked - and even with her dark aura on full display there was rarely a time where anyone, let alone a mere novice, would get the drop on her.
[member="Maja Vern"] was certainly Silara's sister, alright, and she attributed it to her red hair - among the Vahla those born with such a hair color were considered chosen, greater than those without. While Silara certainly had a slight cherry tint to her blonde hair, there was no denying it was just that: blonde. Her sister, however young and unrefined, was potentially greater even than she, and Silara recognized that. What she saw, quite quickly at that, was a flash of red hair from behind the undergrowth that immediately triggered the Sith to lift both of her hands and rip the bushes and small trees right out of the ground and push them out of her way with the force. "Maja?" She whispered to herself, watching the approaching redhead as she continued her trek. It appeared that she, herself, would be found rather than the other way around.
[member="Judah Lesan Jr."]
