Apprentice of Malus
Planet: Lorrd, Sith space
Her bootsteps fell with a hurried discretion. A Sith apprentice did not jog in public but a Sith apprentice was also not late. An apprentice. The reality of the title felt almost as if it dripped from the pores in her skin, like hard-earned sweat after a physical trial. Though it was followed by the chill breeze of remembering the dangerous responsibilities that came with it.
Prydden Gadd watched the Lorrd University Center lights from across the city as she walked. The Center's various departments - laboratories, manufacturing plants, residential buildings - were housed within expansive pits, which, in long previous centuries, had been home to a significant slaving operation. Now the ringed top of the pits glowed across dark miles with the tips of skyscrapers. From pain to elevation. Prydden made an expression somewhere halfway between a grimace and a smile in sympathy with the thought. The dark haired young woman breathed deeply of the world's air, and of her new life. The scars, the sleepless nights, the blood and tears; they'd all served their purpose in successfully completing her trials. Yes, she would indulge in a small smile for the moment, despite the dread that spilled through her bloodstream. A good Sith always considered tomorrow. But, sometimes, making it to being alive today was worthy enough of celebration in itself.
Prydden let a hand graze over the hilt of her lightsaber at her side, as if to check that it was still there, and kept her hood close to her face to shield her hair from the night wind, as she climbed the nearby stairs to a door above. From there, she silently navigated indoor crowds of the local hotspots before ascending to one of the city-view balconies and observational decks further up. Ascended from the pits towards her master.
As she stepped out onto the balcony, hoping that the sound of her presence was both punctual and deferential, she tried to not fear the meeting see her plummeting back down from over the railing. "Master," she said with a voice of rehearsed duty.
Her bootsteps fell with a hurried discretion. A Sith apprentice did not jog in public but a Sith apprentice was also not late. An apprentice. The reality of the title felt almost as if it dripped from the pores in her skin, like hard-earned sweat after a physical trial. Though it was followed by the chill breeze of remembering the dangerous responsibilities that came with it.
Prydden Gadd watched the Lorrd University Center lights from across the city as she walked. The Center's various departments - laboratories, manufacturing plants, residential buildings - were housed within expansive pits, which, in long previous centuries, had been home to a significant slaving operation. Now the ringed top of the pits glowed across dark miles with the tips of skyscrapers. From pain to elevation. Prydden made an expression somewhere halfway between a grimace and a smile in sympathy with the thought. The dark haired young woman breathed deeply of the world's air, and of her new life. The scars, the sleepless nights, the blood and tears; they'd all served their purpose in successfully completing her trials. Yes, she would indulge in a small smile for the moment, despite the dread that spilled through her bloodstream. A good Sith always considered tomorrow. But, sometimes, making it to being alive today was worthy enough of celebration in itself.
Prydden let a hand graze over the hilt of her lightsaber at her side, as if to check that it was still there, and kept her hood close to her face to shield her hair from the night wind, as she climbed the nearby stairs to a door above. From there, she silently navigated indoor crowds of the local hotspots before ascending to one of the city-view balconies and observational decks further up. Ascended from the pits towards her master.
As she stepped out onto the balcony, hoping that the sound of her presence was both punctual and deferential, she tried to not fear the meeting see her plummeting back down from over the railing. "Master," she said with a voice of rehearsed duty.
