Spectre
As curious as she might have been about the source of Chaaj Priest 's power, Viribus was not. Something in her gut shifted, and she nodded once before continuing on the way she'd been drawn to originally. Something about the end of the corridor seemed promising..or foreboding. She couldn't place the swelling sensation at the back of her ribs and chose not to address it nor sit with her concerns.
She tch'd a small smile out when the Zabrak agreed to her personality flaws. Convenience would always win the Fallanassi's appeal, and her abandoning a world of academia for the less luxurious, but more wealth-drawn life of a pirate was exactly the kind of person she was.
“Guessing you just left without saying goodbye or...hey, if this school is abandoned, why are some of the illusions active?”
The illusion she'd remarked on earlier, she'd taken for granted.
"Some powerrrful Fallanassi can affect the currrrrent long afterrr they'rrre gone. Like a brrrook smoothing and erroding a stone. Even when the waterr drries up, the stone rremains smooth."
"That sounds like something I told you." An affectionate but stern voice said, belonging to the silhouette that slowly faded into view at the end of the hallway.
"I thought I might be talking about you.." Maijan started, her throat tight and expression impassively observant to the former headmistress. That unidentified sensation she'd felt behind her ribs blossomed into something more emotional and swelled at the base of her throat. She tried to challenge it by forcing her words out with a coolness she didn't feel. "But I guess you'rre still herrree."
Walking toward the ex-pirate, and former silver Jedi, the headmistress only nodded slowly. She'd aged gracefully; the lines that showed her years pulled downward with soft tugs that emphasized the size of her eyes and rosiness of her cheeks. Her white hair was pulled off her face, but gentle wisps still curled around her forehead and chin.
"Maybe, or maybe I'm an illusion too."