Ashin Cardé Varanin
Couple bodies in the garden where the grass grows
Long years ago, she'd trained here as Ajira Cardei, in this small Dark Side nexus and place of visions. It served well enough for today's needs. In the mantle of Anger - masked and robed - she floated in the heart of the cave surrounded by Living Fire. Her eyes were shut beneath the mask. Doing something like this on Naboo, in Confederate territory, posed certain risks, but she had no patience for fear. Not today.
Coruscating streamers of energy rippled from the Living Fires and rushed into her hands: the power to deny the will and turning of the Cosmic Force. The power to break the strongest chains in eternity. Already she could feel the great balance rejecting her, sapping her authority and vitality as she ceased to hold her appointed function. She felt herself halfway unmade in ways she couldn't quantify. She'd just have to bear with the consequences.
Fundamentally, it wasn't the first time she'd lost a job.
Sparks of Living Fire rushed together and began to take a form, an old familiar one. <Come back,> Ashin whispered under the mask of Anger, feeling parts of herself rip away. <She doesn't get to keep you.>
Spencer Varanin
