The response was almost immediate. It seemed that Damsy was standing idly by for her guest.
::
Alina ~
To a city called Naneti. There’s a spaceport at the extract coordinates I’ve attached to this message. Air traffic control will give you clearance to land on my personal pad as soon as you get there, and further instructions. See you soon.
~ Damsy ::
A flying approach to the aforementioned city revealed that even in exile Damsy had somehow done well for herself. Naneti was an oasis in more ways than one. For one, it was situated in the only desert biome on all of Kesh, an otherwise lush world, a strange choice indeed for an anthropogenic fish. The other thing was less visible, but could be safely assumed given Damsy’s history of community building. Like the Reef’s occupants, Naneti’s denizens were most likely of some kind of Sith-related
decent—Spawn or refugees—but not affiliation.
In fact, she had eased up on that exception. Any being of non-traditional Sith extraction was good by her now. It’d be hypocrisy to uphold any other policy.
Not just did a particular Darkness hang around her these days, but it draped the entire city and many of her people. Alina would be able to feel the aura in the air and surrounding each Keshiri she’d pass as she walked from the landing pad into the city center, something undoubtably Sith but also…not. Strange waters in this oasis.
Stranger yet in the focal pool. A great deciduous tree grew nearby on a manicured lawn semicircle, dipping half of its roots into the water. Damsy stood up from under its shadow and stepped out into the bearing sun towards her friend.
“
Alina. Zhelosa. Welcome. Come, come inside.”
She motioned, then led the way, towards a towering mansion. As they approached the eastern entrance, both great doors eased themselves open with a lazy wave of the Siren’s hand.
”
Refreshments?”
She turned to Alina while still walking back into the foyer.
Behind her, on a rug in front of fireplace, a tuk’ata played with a familiar blue creature, Keziah.
Alina Tremiru
