Eyna
Heavenshield
It had been a few weeks now since Eyna had arrived at the Silver Rest. A loud roaring flame of anger and hate burned under her skin yet she seemed to remain composed as she walked through the temple grounds with her watcher in tow. This restricted freedom she had was different from what Eyna could recall from her time in her cell on Eliad, but that still wasn’t saying much. To say it was even a blur would be a lie, it was if the time there and the last seventeen years simply didn’t exist and it was still as frightening to realize now as it was back when Yula Perl had saved her from captivity and certain death.
“Ever heard of Ilias Nytrau?” The man that accompanied her asked. Eyna gave him a look and quickly shook her head. “Renowned Jedi, has been around for a very long time.”
The man began to rant about the Jedi Master but it was all going in one ear and right out the other. That word, ‘jedi’, still caused the anger inside of Eyna to flare up when she heard it. Her hands tightened up into balls of anger that flared up against the increasingly unstable state of her mind. The watcher stopped them both in their tracks, placed his hand on her shoulder and squeezed it to remember where she was.
“We are close.” He said and gave her a firm look. “Calm down.”
The words were hard to hear, hard to follow but she knew that she had to do it. In the end Eyna would not have been here had she not wished for things to change. The flicker of light that still lingered inside of her, the small candle in the dark that she had held onto for so long needed to grow.
They approached an open section of the courtyard. A single individual seemed to be here, waiting for them.
[member="Ilias Nytrau"].
“Ever heard of Ilias Nytrau?” The man that accompanied her asked. Eyna gave him a look and quickly shook her head. “Renowned Jedi, has been around for a very long time.”
The man began to rant about the Jedi Master but it was all going in one ear and right out the other. That word, ‘jedi’, still caused the anger inside of Eyna to flare up when she heard it. Her hands tightened up into balls of anger that flared up against the increasingly unstable state of her mind. The watcher stopped them both in their tracks, placed his hand on her shoulder and squeezed it to remember where she was.
“We are close.” He said and gave her a firm look. “Calm down.”
The words were hard to hear, hard to follow but she knew that she had to do it. In the end Eyna would not have been here had she not wished for things to change. The flicker of light that still lingered inside of her, the small candle in the dark that she had held onto for so long needed to grow.
They approached an open section of the courtyard. A single individual seemed to be here, waiting for them.
[member="Ilias Nytrau"].
