Nyxie
【夢狐】
Another indifferent day on another ordinary rock....
That was Aynea's daily life in a nutshell. There wasn't anything particularly glamorous about this one, except that she had some work to do the Silver Jedi might be less-than-excited about. It wasn't indenturing slaves nor mercilessly hunting helpless Sith acolytes; she no longer cared for slaves after failing at the auction and simply had enough Force blood packs to last an era. As always, her daughter had completed yet another brilliant piece, and it required one last final touch while the metal was still fresh and raw. It had to be the third instance of the one formerly known as Ashe the Reaper to use some variation of magic upon a piece of steel.
Aynea - the name given to her at birth and her truer of the two, dating back to her days as an Atrisian citizen (Gods, the memories that brought) - had taken a routine visit to a local little cafe where she picked up a quaint cinnamon nutmeg. The field she had returned to wasn't especially glamorous either, but it gave her two things she craved and needed; space and clarity. Out of all the volunteers she had searched through, mostly apprentices incapable of wrapping their minds around the endeavor she was about to attempt, her fiance was naturally the most notable and fortunately the most qualified. There she waited the [member="Enigma"] known truly as Circe Savan; A Sith Lady who could find a true appreciation for the art she'd be taught.
That was Aynea's daily life in a nutshell. There wasn't anything particularly glamorous about this one, except that she had some work to do the Silver Jedi might be less-than-excited about. It wasn't indenturing slaves nor mercilessly hunting helpless Sith acolytes; she no longer cared for slaves after failing at the auction and simply had enough Force blood packs to last an era. As always, her daughter had completed yet another brilliant piece, and it required one last final touch while the metal was still fresh and raw. It had to be the third instance of the one formerly known as Ashe the Reaper to use some variation of magic upon a piece of steel.
Aynea - the name given to her at birth and her truer of the two, dating back to her days as an Atrisian citizen (Gods, the memories that brought) - had taken a routine visit to a local little cafe where she picked up a quaint cinnamon nutmeg. The field she had returned to wasn't especially glamorous either, but it gave her two things she craved and needed; space and clarity. Out of all the volunteers she had searched through, mostly apprentices incapable of wrapping their minds around the endeavor she was about to attempt, her fiance was naturally the most notable and fortunately the most qualified. There she waited the [member="Enigma"] known truly as Circe Savan; A Sith Lady who could find a true appreciation for the art she'd be taught.