Avalore
Merciless
Avalore didn't like to feel helpless.
Being the youngest member on a ship full of experienced, aged Masters was not a recipe for being taken seriously. She had been a young teen when Ashin first allowed her to come onboard and watch the knights train. It was an exception to the rule, and up until recently, Avalore had existed as such. But she wasn't a child anymore. She was done standing back.
She pushed down the hall, still slick with grime from her escape from the drengir and jedi alike. It had taken several ships, a stolen wallet, and full day to to rendezvous with the Pomojema. In it she had plenty of time to think about what needed to be done. She pushed on Ashin's study door, hedging a guess on just who would be inside.
"They have her," she told the familiar blonde. She had lived on Spencer's own home and somehow had always managed to remain several rooms away.
Connections are powerful thing.
Dammit.
Spencer Varanin
Being the youngest member on a ship full of experienced, aged Masters was not a recipe for being taken seriously. She had been a young teen when Ashin first allowed her to come onboard and watch the knights train. It was an exception to the rule, and up until recently, Avalore had existed as such. But she wasn't a child anymore. She was done standing back.
She pushed down the hall, still slick with grime from her escape from the drengir and jedi alike. It had taken several ships, a stolen wallet, and full day to to rendezvous with the Pomojema. In it she had plenty of time to think about what needed to be done. She pushed on Ashin's study door, hedging a guess on just who would be inside.
"They have her," she told the familiar blonde. She had lived on Spencer's own home and somehow had always managed to remain several rooms away.
Connections are powerful thing.
Dammit.
Spencer Varanin
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