Moorwood Mischief

[Argis Volmir]

Moorwood Peak, it was a location that hadn't existed when Argis had last arrived on Monastery, to say it was a welcome sight would be an understatement. Even from orbit, Argis could feel the power of the light reaching out to him, caressing him and calling him towards it. Yet here he stood not near the Nexus like many of the others that had been allowed inside Moorwoods peak. No Argis sat in the middle of a clearing near a small lake. A log that was far too small for the large man could almost be heard cracking beneath the Dashade's immense weight and large frame.

Breathing in fresh air flooded Argis' lungs, not only air but the force itself flowed into his buildings. So many had forgotten that they didn't need Nexus to feel the light side in all its magnificence, all they needed was to be one with what was around them. Eyes never opening Argis was aware of every living thing that surrounded him. The birds that flew above, the insects that buzzed about pollinating nearby flowers, what he felt was order, peace. This was the living force that swelled within Argis.

Hand raising, Argis said nothing as he was everything. He was the bees pollinating the flowers, he was the fish swimming within the lake, he was the planet's primary that bathed the clearing in sunlight. Landing in his outstretched hand a small blue feathered bird landed cooing lightly. Even this lone creatures was Argis. The smile on Argis' face vanished as he felt something out of place draw near the balance and harmony he'd once felt upset. Much like how nature itself could bring about death, destruction, and darkness so too could the living force and a dark presence could be felt approaching. Nearing him, but Argis did not move. "Never expected to see one of the Dark be so willing to come to such a world." Despite his lips barely moving the Dashade's voice carried across the clearing, loud and booming the depth of his voice matching his size.

"Come, take a seat little one and tell me of what brings you to such a place." Other hand raising Argis' will reached out seizing another nearby log and levitating it next to his own before patting it. The warm smile he had before returning as he went to petting the fragile bird with a single finger. "Do you wish to pet it?"

[member="Pom Stych Tivé"]

 

[Pom Stych Tivé]

Along her leisurely trek Pomsty had discovered horticultural ingredients with amazing properties. She spotted some rare exotic fruits, that when mixed with certain herbs are known to produce a state of euphoria and mild hallucinations. She had only before heard about them, as they do not grow on her native planet, Dathomir. She plans to enjoy them mixed into the perfect potion which she carried inside the pocket lining of her vest. It will quell her current afflictions and get her through the next few days, when the transport is scheduled to depart. She squeezed the sweet citrus juice into her canteen, mixed in her potion, and hoisted her sling over her back seeking the perfect spot to get lost in.

Not far from where she walked, she heard someone call out to her. What other darkness could the man have been referencing? She did not wish to intrude, but the voice then invited her to sit. She was intent on meeting new people in the first place, and did not reject his offer.

"In all honesty, I did not do enough research before boarding the transport. Yet on the other hand, I always wondered how intense my aversion could be." She rounded the outskirts of the treeline and came face to face with… "My! But you are 100% opposite myself!" she proclaimed with wonder. Is he real? Her Potion took effect fifteen minutes ago, and she saw him a giant, bald, a man, a Jedi, and more brawny than a Rancor, with a booming voice!

A beautiful tiny bird rested on his fingertips. He asked if she wanted to pet it, but she only stood back, dropping her spiked water bottle upon the ground near the logs. She sadly shook her head, "I shouldn't. There is no reason to touch it. I know it will just fly away frightened of me." The witch knew exactly what concoctions she could generate out of the many parts of the bird. The birds instinctively know who their enemies are.

She stood back for a while until the bird should take flight, then she finally sat down next to him. She never was this close to a Jedi, and boy did he radiate a whole lot of Light! A few days ago, she never even heard of Jedi. They did not visit Dathomir.

"I'm Pom," the Nightsister said.





[member="Argis Volmir"]

 

[Argis Volmir]

Eyes never opening, Argis listened to the approaching footsteps, how light they were in comparison to his own. The voice higher pitched and feminine, he was also keenly listening for the sound of a lightsaber about to be plunged into his back. Thankfully the young woman wasn’t a cold-blooded murderer like many of the others that delved into the depths of the Dark. That did not make her decision to delve into it better but made her slightly more tolerable in the Dashade’s eyes. “Next time it may be wise to do your research, those who use the dark are weaker on this world. If you’d tried anything uncouth I’m sure you would’ve been cut down with very little issue.”

Raising one finger on his opposite hand and rubbing it across the birds head, Argis felt the creature lean into it, welcoming his touch. “That is a shame, it is best for everyone to find enjoyment in the little things, whether it be a game of pazaak, a good drink, or even just sitting and communing with nature. And it doesn’t fear you so long as I am here.” Whistling to the small bird Argis raised his hands and sent it fluttering off back to its nest. “Perhaps another time you’ll take my suggestion when you encounter an animal in its natural habitat, we can learn much from them.”

For the first time in the evening, the Dashade opened his eyes, the violet orbs moving to take in the youth that had decided to accept his offer. Giving her a warm smile the behemoth of a man stretched out his incredibly large hand that made Pom’s look like a child’s in comparison. “It is a pleasure to meet you Pom, I am Argis. Argis Volmir, Jedi Warden.” Eyes glancing down to the bottle that she’d brought with her Argis slightly tilted his head then looked back to the young witch.

“Tell me Pom, what brings you to a planet such as this? I doubt you’re looking to repent and seek redemption from the dark.” Some Jedi may have said the words with harshness in their voices, some Jedi would’ve simply moved to decapitate Pom the moment she’d let her guard down. Argis talked to her like she was an old friend. “Is it healing you require? Knowledge?”

[member="Pom Stych Tivé"]

 

[Pom Stych Tivé]

Most of her experience with lightsiders thus far, has them going on the defensive from simply catching the sight of her. Pom has not once provoked such harsh statements from any. She is quite adept in her skills...except here. "Why is it that Jedi always accuse me of wanting trouble simply because I am born to a different magick?"

Pom cringed at the mere touch of the massive Jedi. In this place, she could not repel the Light he emitted. She imagined that her own touch might have caused him a chill. She took a swig from her flask.

"In my training, nature provides us tools…" She thought how shocking that statement might sound to him, and decided not to continue. "As to what brings me here, I go where I am lead…as we all simply must." For Pom, when she ignores going where she is lead, the screaming just gets louder.

There is something she is most curious about. "I have heard stories that Jedi often…" she chose her words carefully, "acquire their Padawans while they are young, and no older. Is it not safe to say, those Jedi are so, simply because they were…discovered? Why is it one's alternate alignment gains them the immediate label of an enemy by Jedi? I was born upon Dathomir, and I was raised into my environment. Must I repent for my circumstances? Could I not accuse that the Jedi did not come to rescue me? Or should I be guilty because I made due with life as it was dealt me?" She paused. "I do not mean to be rude. Its just…the typical reception I get from lightsiders, and I truly don't understand of what I particularly am guilty."

She thought he might chase her away from his log since she opened her mouth, and is prepared to leave him in peace should he demand it of her.



Argis Volmir

 

[Argis Volmir]

Sitting there the Dashade's head turned back out to the lake, Argis took in a breath remaining silent not yet answering the questions that Pom had shot at him in such quick succession. They were not ones that could be answered simply off the top of the head. They required thought, deliberation, and a level head. The questions Pom asked may have sent a lesser Jedi, one inexperienced or not yet solidified in their beliefs into a tirade. For Argis they were simply questions that warranted answers to one who did not understand the ways of the light.

“We as Jedi suspect those of the dark to have malicious intentions because most of the time they do. Look at what has transpired in galactic history and then reexamine your question. Look at how many times the light has been beaten back by the dark. Jedi executed, hunted down, betrayed often by those they trusted. Suspicion is what keeps many of us alive, it keeps us on our toes when it comes to those that would strike us down.”

Standing from the seat Argis took a single step forward that devoured the ground beneath his feet and brought him to the edge of the lake. Both hands tucked at the small of his back he looked over his shoulder and nodded for Pom to come forward. Waiting to see if she approached Argis would continue on his speech “What I see is a being that was never inducted into the Jedi as a youth, what I see is the individual that became a Jedi because he wished to be the change that he wanted of the galaxy. We are not forced to choose the light because we are Jedi, we choose the light because it simply is… The Light. I do not hate or bore ill will to you for being born to the Nightsisters, for doing what you must to survive. The only thing I feel is pain that I couldn’t have been there to help you. To show you another path and the brighter side of the universe.” Looking to Pom the Dashade blinked back tears as memories from his own youth threatened to bubble to the surface. He couldn't even begin to imagine what torments she'd suffered on Dathomir, the lengths that she'd been forced to go through. “Believe me Pom, I have seen so much over my long life. So much. Now tell me what do you see when you look into the water little one.”

[member="Pom Stych Tivé"]

 

[Pom Stych Tivé]

"There is a word for what you describe; it is to stereotype. While I understand your reasoning, isolated on Dathomir I was not educated on the history of Galactic wars which did not strike my planet. Its just, this sort of reception from an enemy I expect, but we are all associated through the Confederacy. I do not think ill of you because you do not know my goddess." Afterall, a Nightsister’s goddess means the world to her. She can see how much the Vicelord is correct in sending her to meet the other military members of the Confederacy, to quell biased assumptions. "I live by my own code, not to be confused with the barbarism of another."

In truth though, even darksiders put up a front when they first meet her. Her looks warranted such, but it’s a mere cultural difference in her mind, which gives cause for her wonder, Why is everyone so offended enough to speak up without cause? The Force users share a certain fashion sense and carry their weaponry openly, some not exactly harboring the intentions to give people cause to relax around them. Her attire, amulets, and relics carry similar intent, that is to give people with evil intentions cause to think twice before making a move.

As the Jedi [member="Argis Volmir"] moved towards the water’s edge, she followed him. He defined them both in the most simplistic fashion. To him the Light is a good thing to know, but it is the exact extreme opposite of anything Pom’s life has ever known. To Pom, all the Light is, is a burning sensation, nothing fruitful. She does not need saving from her ways! She cannot comprehend the extent of what the Jedi is relaying. Why would he presume my life is bad, or sad? Pom started up at him, and his emotions did not pass unnoticed. She could not imagine why he suddenly seemed saddened. What are his unspoken convictions?

”Argis, my past was not one of cutthroat survival, but filled with sisterhood.” Her thin smile dropped off abruptly when she thought of how she cannot go back to those times of innocence...the time when she knew unconditional acceptance and even love for her coven family. She cannot unlearn how they kept secrets from her, which were recently disclosed to her, making her entire existence among the Nightsisters nothing more than a shady and immoral business deal.

He asked what she saw when peering into the water. While he saw both of their reflections, she saw life in a way that gave everything a purpose.

”Well...” she began, ”See that Moss there?” She raised a hand to cast her shadow over the bedrock. ”That tells me the water has amazing properties, specifically concerning its algae population. That is highly prolific and can create an astounding increase in the concentration of a potion—...” and on and on she could go!

Practically everything contains specific properties to cultivate into potions. No Nightsister has ever killed anything for no good reason, and it has always undergone a ritual sacrifice before its slaughter. No Nightsister would ever leave an animal to die along the path’s edge.

 

[Argis Volmir]

“Even the most extreme stereotypes hold grains of truth. Being allied means nothing in the long run to many that follow the dark. While you may not display these qualities now who says you won’t in the future? The Dark is corrupting, the dark can be patient, the slightest bit of rain will cause those seeds of darkness to grow Pom. Look at the galaxy, look at history itself and look at what those of the dark have done. How many times those of the dark have betrayed each other or those they were allied with. Look at the planets and civilizations brought low, thousands, millions, trillions of lives.” Raising his hand and snapping his fingers Argis continued to look out into the lake. “Gone in an instant on the orders of those who followed the dark. A Jedi’s caution around one of the dark is always warranted, but that doesn’t mean some of those that follow it don’t have noble goals. So don’t blame those of us that don’t trust you, we need proof that you mean us no harm. But I see that you don’t at this time.”

Argis stood there simply nodding his head, thinking back on the words he’d spoken. Simple, straight forward and to the point, he had no need to beat around the bush. It was better to be honest with the sorceress than to lie, nor did the Jedi have any reason to. On Monastery, Pom was of little threat to him, even off the planet due to the Dashade’s natural abilities of force resistance would make Argis a difficult one to fight.

Pom’s next statements came out speaking of what she went through and caused Argis to shake his head. While she spoke of her own experiences being apart of the dark she knew not what she missed when being in the light. “You may have lived such a life but there are many others from your planet that haven’t. In the past Nightsisters used to enslave others, would attack the witches that lived upon the planet for no reason other than they could. They’d steal away young in the middle of the night.” Sighing and shaking his head Argis knew that Pom wouldn’t agree with him nor would he agree with her. That was the divide between the light and dark, both lived in quite different realities, viewed things differently.

It did bring a chuckle to the Dashade’s lips when she began speaking of the properties of the lake. A hand lowering to her shoulder but in reality, covered nearly all of Pom’s back due to Argis’ size he lightly tapped her. “Not the properties my dear. What do you see when you look at yourself in the water, what do you see of your past? Of your future? Tell me Pom, what do you truly see."

[member="Pom Stych Tivé"]

 

[Pom Stych Tivé]

”—and the scales of that minnow provide for protein which fortifies living mechanisms within the potion compound...” In short, when it comes to viewing life as a sacred gift, Pomsty falls short as one being most selfish and incompassionate. She possesses each of these undesirable traits because they are the cultural way of the Nightsisters.

Her new acquaintance, [member="Argis Volmir"], spoke of events concerning the galaxy at large, things most atrocious. Not knowledgeable of the reasoning behind such actions, she could not draw proper conclusions as to which side was right and which wrong in their doings. Don’t all wars make all involved equally angry and begrudging? She would not apologize to the stranger for what others have done. She should not permit herself to be unjustly placed into the category labeled the epitome of darkness. But, his words condemned her psyche with a ferocity.

Suddenly Pom could fathom not even liking the last thing about herself that she could stand, her adept knowledge of her craft. A few months ago she knew who she was, and all that was stripped away in a matter of days spent with Depravious. What is left that she can hold onto? There must be something. She needs there to be something! If she cannot retain some sense of a firmly rooted foundation within her being, she will become truly lost.

Why did she come here? Why did she meet any of these people among a hodgepodge of Force extremes? Pomsty did not understand how to identify herself within this Force. It is entirely alien to her upbringing. And yet, here is one who felt compelled to spell it all out for her, beginning with the first sentence he uttered.

’The gall! The tenderness of his tone ever so misleading!’

She could not find her voice, for what she perceived now is far more destructive than she imagined. Pomsty drew a long drink from her flask. She plopped down on her keister at the bank and in silence she stared at the world around her. Is she really this dark being he describes? Will her time in the netherworld be violently cruel to her? Why? What makes her different? Is her existence such an apostasy that she needs to be condemned before she even acts, as he seems to foretell?

Pomsty resolves that she shall board the transport once she is able to clearly find her way to the landing! She will commit mutiny to take it out of orbit from this terrible damned place!

”Life would be better if I had never left Dathomir in the first place,” she declared. ”Of this much I am certain.”

Her past incarnation came to light once she met up with [member="Lord Depravious"] for the first time. She realized memories of having a son, the greatest gift life could offer; the greatest gift her husband could give her. And now her beloved son is dead, murdered and in lost somewhere deep within the cold earth! Since she left Dathomir, she felt the passionate touch of a lover, a husband who never truly committed to anyone since she had met her demise, while he had been unable to rescue her. Would not had she remained dead been the better option? Would she be able to exist had Kæstel also been alive to join her today? Why does she feel she cannot she stay with Shaidin, whose passion for her surpasses her wildest imagination? Many nights she lay awake almost unbelieving what has befallen her. She must convince herself that the revelation of her past is indeed real. What future is there possibly to behold? [member="Darth Metus"] for some reason, decided to show her that she can choose.

What exactly remains of herself that she can choose?

 

[Argis Volmir]

There seemed to be a moment of silent contemplation, no longer did Pom bite back with her words and questions. She no longer argued her point of view the young witch having gone silent. This is what drew Argis’s attention due to how counter it seemed to how she’d been before. The Jedi had even begun to enjoy the back and forth they had going. A debate that both had stood firmly on one side of, had he somehow brought Pom over to his or shaken the very foundation in which she believed?

The woman said nothing and simply plopped down on the bank. Argis stared at her through eyes that only he could, only those with his special ability in the force could. A sigh leaving his lips, the Dashade joined Pom in sitting at the bank. His legs dipping deep into the water, the Jedi having no qualms about getting his pants wet. “Do not say such things Pom. This is a vast galaxy that we inhabit, out here you can experience things you never would’ve on Dathomir. Different foods, you can see all walks of life as you travel the galaxy, learn about those with opposing ideologies.” A chuckle left the Jedi’s lips a deep rumble that could be felt reverberating through the air. “I am glad you left Dathomir, it gave me a new friend to spend the evening discussing the matters of Light and Dark with. Only a shame that I did not bring tea. Perhaps next time?”

Pom seemed to be almost downtrodden, lost, this to Argis seemed to have been caused with his own words. The bluntness of the Dashade possibly being too much for the young with. “Let me show you something Pom, let me show you what lay ahead and behind you.” Placing his hand once more upon her back Argis looked out to the water and nodded his head. “Watch.”

In the lake where the minnow swam a small fracture seemed to appear, a fracture that glowed seeming to have formed in reality itself. That small fracture began to spread, from it other cracks and fissures branching off till the entire lake was covered in them. They did not stop there, the air itself shattered all around Pom and Argis, the fissures forming and surrounding them. Each fracture a different point in Pom’s life both the her now and what she was originally. Possible presents where if she’d made different decisions where she’d be. Then there was a future, so many different fractures focused on that alone that it would possibly break a mentally weak person. “Look at it Pom, this is everything you were, could be, and could’ve been. The force is always in motion, there are always things you can do to change yourself. But what I see when I look at these fractures Pom is that you’re so much more than you think. That you can be so much more than you believe. That perhaps you aren’t as dark and evil as the true Nightsisters. Perhaps you’re a far kinder being than you know or could be one. I asked you once before what you saw when you looked into the lake, now I ask once more. What do you see?”


[member="Pom Stych Tivé"]

 

[Pom Stych Tivé]

He spoke of the vast potential for learning off of Dathomir. There, her life had been filled with incessant learning of necessary magickal skills to assure survival anywhere. She had never thought she would ever leave Dathomir, as it is the only place where she can charge her potion stock. The Nightmother is the only one who can channel Abeloth directly and produce this vital success. And her goddess dwells nowhere else!

The giant spoke of a budding friendship and his desire for tea. She thought him kind to stake such a claim, although a tad premature for her comfort. In turn Pomsty raised her flask to him. "You be my guest," she offered. She watched him to see if he would accept her offer without hesitation, or if he truly was only being kind in his mention of their start of a friendship. It would never evolve without trust.

The mushrooms and leaf concoction is highly potent even for one of his size. It's a one size fits all deal. She found herself consciously fighting to focus her attention on his words. Regardless for Pom, such tinctures are not alien to her. She enjoys them wherever and whenever she may come across the right balance of medicinal ingredients. She takes part in such luxuries so often, that she did not reveal to him the true nature of her drink, nor had the thought to do so even crossed her mind. This one specifically being a rare delicacy when mixed with specific ingredients only partial to Dathomir, she knew he could not have ever consumed it before. It would mellow him and take his mind upon a journey only his can fathom. She would willingly hold his hand to go on his trip with him, curious as to what are the wildest dreams of this being first and foremost known as a Jedi, beings she knew nothing about.

He somehow tapped into her vision and generated a series of images. They were vivid, and there evolved many before her eyes. In each instance, she appeared different…the expression of emotion born on each face was her's, as numerous and unique as seconds to time itself.

One image that she saw, which stuck out to her, is of the statue of herself that stands erected in Lord Depravious' fortress. It stood as a testament to her past life living with him as his beloved. It caused her to erupt with so much sensation, before she even learned that the face is not that of her ancestor, but her own.

Resting next to [member="Argis Volmir"], Pom's expression serene, she relaxed as she looked at each potential for her life. She leaned on him and rested her head upon his arm.

Fire and ice existing side by side.

He asked her a second time, What does she see?

She could be Cylaeria Kamari, a wife, a mother although of her Late son. She can take the second chance she has been granted, and live that life all over again, love him and bear him more children. She can be a protector, standing up for those downtrodden women she protects ever so fiercely against violent men. She can fall into a dark hardened heart and annihilate mankind left and right. She can succeed at accomplishing any dream she can fathom, be happy in it. Or she can fail and be miserable, blinded by apathy…

She can succeed in any aspect she desires to explore.

"Potential," she declared. Pom realized the Vicelord is correct.

 

[Argis Volmir]

Taking the flask between his index finger and thumb Argis rose the flask just before his lips and let a portion of its contents fall down past his tongue. Its consistency different from that of water, its taste possessing a more organic and earthy flavor that danced across the Dashades tastebuds. One who understands the force and their own body know how to trace foreign intrusions, poisons, toxins and the like and could purge them. Argis upon consulting with his own body through the force knew that it wasn’t a harmful concoction that he’d ingested but a hallucinogenic one. He could simply purge it of his system but no, he would see where this journey took him.

All the while he felt the weight of Pom now on his arm, the Dashade simply chuckled at her answer. “As you see, there is so much more out there than we know. Thank many in the galaxy will ever know. It is up to each of us individually to ensure that we reach our full potentials.” As the concotion began to take effect Argis felt his muscles relaxing, his mind beginning to wander as in a way he felt weightless. In these moments as the hallucinogen began its work the Jedi felt closer to the force than he ever had before.

What had been fractures and points of Pom’s life began to shift turned to something far greater. That spanned far beyond the two of them and focused on Monastery’s system as a whole. The shatterpoints all converged into a large image showing nothing but solar dust and particles that came together forming the primary of Monastery’s system. Time meant nothing as the force had taken Argis and Pom beyond the material. What to them could feel like years passing, in reality, was nothing but minutes. The creation of the system unfolded before them the mass of colors amazing to the Dashade’s eyes. “Do you see it Pom? Do you see the beginning of this world?”

[member="Pom Stych Tivé"]

 

[Pom Stych Tivé]

Pom saw the strange manifestation form before her eyes and she was struck with awe. As they both stared onward, deep into what he created…what he bore witness to, that he shared with her, someone he barely even knows, tears formed in her eyes. Pom rose and stood. She climbed upon him like he was a rock formation. She stood upon his thighs, never once drawing her gaze away from the image that overtook the entire range of vision around them. She wanted something sound to be her foundation, other than mere space as it seemed; his body was the best option…the only option. She reached her arms back towards him, never letting go of him in some fashion, to finally settle with gripping hold of a few of his fingers tightly. She leaned out into the void.

There is Light, among Darkness.

"There you are; and there am I," she said mesmerized by the amazing sight. It was far more stunning than a holographic image. It was practically nauseating in nature, so very vast, so close; places they don't dare disturb in their reality, for it just isn't done!

She looked back towards the Jedi, a tear still hung below her eye. "How did you do this, [member="Argis Volmir"]? How is it you can show this to me at all?" She knew it was a real manifestation. She found it wondrous, breathtaking! The Jedi has humbled this Nightsister.

"Thank you, Argis," she said as she could not help but choke on the words, she being entirely overwhelmed. Pom leaned into him and kissed him on his nose, before turning back around to stare into the abyss again.

 

[Argis Volmir]

In many ways Argis expected Pom’s reaction to what he’d showed, what he hadn’t expected was how wholesome the Nightsister seemed. She was almost like a child in her excitement. It brought a warmth to the Dashade to know that he’d been able to grant someone such a grand gift. One such as this, where it was in some ways a once in a lifetime opportunity for those who were not born with the talent to see Shatterpoints in the force.

“Do not thank me for this, thank the force. The force granted me this gift.” Argis started the effects of the concoction growing stronger and pushing the Jedi’s mentality more towards one of philosophy than it had been before. “Few are born with this ability. To see the flaws in things, fewer take it to this point where they can go beyond the physical. Where they can see the flow of time, the fractures in reality and space itself.”

He allowed her to continue to look upon the creation of the Monastery system a bit longer. He’d allow Pom to enjoy her time, she need not know of the curse that came with the gift. The curse that Argis bore. Much like he could see the beginning of things, he could also see their end. Looking upon a star Argis could watch as it was created and then see as it collapses upon itself. The same applied to his very life. Argis didn’t fear death for how much he’d witnessed.

It was after Monastery had formed that Argis drew them both back to reality. The vision he’d showed falling apart leaving them once more at the bank of the pond. Argis’ feet dipped into it, and time returned to normal all at once. “Welcome back.”

[member="Pom Stych Tivé"]

 

[Pom Stych Tivé]

Life flowed all around them. [member="Argis Volmir"] explained his talent to her. He explained that all Jedi cannot do this, which is a question she was just about to ask. She watched silently, soaking it all in. All the detail…the amazing detail! When could she have ever dreamed she would witness even a portent of an experience such as this! To the nightsister this only solidified her personal beliefs, that there is magick in everything around her; and she has a special gift to utilize it.

When the vision ended abruptly, along with how honored she felt to have witnessed it, she also felt a sadness that it was over. She climbed down from his lap and slid down onto the ground next to him again. An embarrassed smile spread from cheek to cheek. She tapped into her flask once more, as the effects of his Light suddenly made her feel crampy. She rubbed her stomach for a moment, before holding her flask up to him offering another swallow.

After some thought, she spoke what was on her mind, "Argis…I don't understand all this talk of the Force. Everyone is always trying to convince me that I would be stronger if I only believe in myself; and then I can do greater stuff. I try and explain my ways, but they only want to see me support their own views. To me, there is a sentient power, it lives and allows us to utilize it. For a Nightsister, this being lives on Dathomir. Her name is Abeloth. There is another such being for the Mandragora! I never heard of their being another goddess, like I never knew Abeloth to just be partial to us on Dathomir until I left my planet and she would not come to me anywhere I was! I mean…Abeloth is the same as what you all call the Force! Why won't anyone I meet even try to see things my way? We have one name for the Force; you gave a different name to the Force." She huffed. "I can do stuff, Argis! I am a very learned witch on my planet, not some creme puff! People talk down to me like I am some little child!" Her eyes narrowed. "They are the ignorant ones! They are prejudiced against me!"

 

[Argis Volmir]

Holding up a hand and shaking his head Argis denied the offer of a second sip. He could feel the euphoric sensation already tingling within his body. The relaxation of muscles, the wandering of his mind, and the sheer aura of calm that the Jedi now radiated somehow moreso than when Pom had first entered the clearing. “That is enough for me dear. My body is not yet used to such substances.”

There were a few seconds of silence before Pom spoke again, this time Argis could feel her frustration in her words. How she wished to understand and at the same time wanted others to understand her. Pom’s turmoil like all the others that Argis had come to recognize from other practitioners of the force. Exhaling, Argis let Pom finish the smile slightly fading from his face so she could know that the Jedi was being serious in what he said next.

“Pom, there are many things about the force that go unrecognized to many. It is the flaw those of all the beliefs have. As you said much like how you and your nightsisters refer to it as Abeloth others refer to it as The Light and Dark, Potium, The Living Force, on and on the names go but in the end they’re all the same thing. The Force has a will, it guides us, flows through us, grants us powers that those without the force fail to comprehend. In the end, it's up to each of us as individuals in how we use the force, it takes will and belief in ourselves to tap into more strength and power. So do not take it as people looking down upon you, seeing you as weak or prejudice. We all just have our own understandings and its up to you to stick to your own.”

 

[Pom Stych Tivé]

She nodded understandingly at his rejection to her offer of more potion. She felt the effects of her mastery like a salve, compared to the burning of the Light of this Force, as everyone calls it. How terrible she would have felt had she not come prepared?!

What he replied about the unseen power of the Universe made sense to her. He proved himself not like the rest of the Force Users!

“You seem like a really nice guy, [member="Argis Volmir"],” someone she is happy to have met. He did not push an agenda. He did not ignore her, simply for her adverse alignment to his own. How many other Jedi on this planet ignored her presence altogether! Her predicament among them, acted out in good faith on her part, was entirely of no matter to them. Argis is the only Jedi who chose to speak with her.

Pomsty does not yet understand the Will of the Force as guiding one to do good, or to do bad deeds. To her it all meant one way, or the other, to create the same outcome. She never looked down on anybody for their upbringing, should it not be her own values. She was not consumed by anything; not that she could see anyhow. Pomsty has never seen either state of Light or dark exist in its purest form to ever understand one side or the other.

"I do believe we are all impure, wrought with aspects of both extremes. I say this because, I have not burst into flames from my mere presence here...regardless of my splendid use of Potion!"

She pondered her surroundings. "It is far lovelier than Dathomir! Soon, you will not know me, Argis. Know that I shall never forget you, your kindness, nor our conversation here. It is very good that you declined more potion or you might undergo the same transformation as I," the young witch spoke cryptically. "Could I, I would choose to remain conscious to speak with you further. I have resisted the effects of my own magick for as long as I can muster, that I no longer have any choice in the matter."

Pomsty peered deep into Argis and her eyes widened with wonder momentarily. Her pupils dilated and her irises turned charcoal gray. The witch then folded her arms over her chest, and with one last exhale her body transformed to stone. In this form, she shall survive the burning effects of the planet. When the time comes that the group would collectively leave this place she shall mobilize once again, and no sooner!