Sic transit gloria mundi
@[member="Tegaea Alcori"], @[member="Meidolaon"]
Only a few weeks had pased since the failed Dark Eldorai revolution had led to the death of Queen Silaqui and the ascension of Anya, Siobhan and Tegaea's mutual friend and occasional lover, to the throne. The rubble at the great ziggurat had been mostly cleared away, the insurgency had been routed. There was still much uncertainty on Kaeshana, but for now at least their friend was unchallenged.
On the surface at least. Not all scars healed easily and though Silaqui was declared a martyr many an Eldorai resented being ruled by a queen who had been in exile for so many years and was so close to the foreigners.
Probably more importantly from Siobhan's perspective was that the Queen's death and the mortal peril Tegaea had been placed in drove home the fact that she could not always be the protector. As much as it rankled her.
Tegaea had successfully defended herself against the attacking rebels...but she could have died. She was no longer a combat master and Siobhan could not bear if it something happened to her wife, something she would have been able to prevent if she had been there. Especially when she was off fighting Sith and force pulling space stations - Siobhan was dimly aware how selfish she was and felt some guilt about it.
So it was with that in mind that she entered Tegaea's study, with houses the latest in terms of holoprojectors and communications equipment, allowing her to continue her work as Firemane Industries CEO from home, when it seemed she was taking a break.
"Hey, how're you feeling?" Siobhan asked softly. "I've been making some, uh, enquiries. About an assistant...and a bodyguard for you. Someone full time. Stumbled upon a woman called Mei Dolaon. Thinks she might fit the bill. Got good references. Served as an aide for senators and a Jedi for many years, received training in Teräs Käsi," she spoke as she gently rubbed Tegaea's back, massaging it as she applied her skilled fingers. A datapad containing references was lifted from her pocket by her mind and levitated into the grasp of Tegaea.
"Invited her to come to Kaeshana for an interview," she added as she worked out a particularly tense knot in her wife's shoulder, fingers working their magic.
Only a few weeks had pased since the failed Dark Eldorai revolution had led to the death of Queen Silaqui and the ascension of Anya, Siobhan and Tegaea's mutual friend and occasional lover, to the throne. The rubble at the great ziggurat had been mostly cleared away, the insurgency had been routed. There was still much uncertainty on Kaeshana, but for now at least their friend was unchallenged.
On the surface at least. Not all scars healed easily and though Silaqui was declared a martyr many an Eldorai resented being ruled by a queen who had been in exile for so many years and was so close to the foreigners.
Probably more importantly from Siobhan's perspective was that the Queen's death and the mortal peril Tegaea had been placed in drove home the fact that she could not always be the protector. As much as it rankled her.
Tegaea had successfully defended herself against the attacking rebels...but she could have died. She was no longer a combat master and Siobhan could not bear if it something happened to her wife, something she would have been able to prevent if she had been there. Especially when she was off fighting Sith and force pulling space stations - Siobhan was dimly aware how selfish she was and felt some guilt about it.
So it was with that in mind that she entered Tegaea's study, with houses the latest in terms of holoprojectors and communications equipment, allowing her to continue her work as Firemane Industries CEO from home, when it seemed she was taking a break.
"Hey, how're you feeling?" Siobhan asked softly. "I've been making some, uh, enquiries. About an assistant...and a bodyguard for you. Someone full time. Stumbled upon a woman called Mei Dolaon. Thinks she might fit the bill. Got good references. Served as an aide for senators and a Jedi for many years, received training in Teräs Käsi," she spoke as she gently rubbed Tegaea's back, massaging it as she applied her skilled fingers. A datapad containing references was lifted from her pocket by her mind and levitated into the grasp of Tegaea.
"Invited her to come to Kaeshana for an interview," she added as she worked out a particularly tense knot in her wife's shoulder, fingers working their magic.