One last stop before the stars.

[Kayanna Djo]

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Dathomir​

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She smacked the complicated navigation systems with her hands. Fire could have filled her eyes, if they weren't so blue. She smacked it again and again, feeling the presence of the ship flutter with every display of abuse. The canopy of her jungle, between the Singing Mountain and Misty Falls, was nothing but a distant memory. But no matter what she did, she couldn't get the damn ship to exit the planets gravity. She smacked the steering column one more time, just for good measure.

"What!? What do you want me from me!? We aren't staying!"

The dash lit up with lights of orange and red. The ire of her presence shifted, as quick as the fair winds, as she looked on towards the words. "Oh." The flash of resources scrolled endlessly across the display and while a good deal of it didn't make a whole lot of sense, one thing did. She needed food and supplies for the travel across the stars. And as it stood, once more, her father brought to mind ideas of failure and disappointment. And amidst such thoughts, she instantly felt the pang of regret for thinking so harshly of the dead. He had plans, she knew he did, but it didn't change what happened. To them or to her.

Doing as her father had taught her, from a small child to a teenager and into her twenties, she worked the navigation system for interplanetary travel. And she found what was the closest encampment of clans. No information regarding their alignment, whether they were Witches or Nightsisters. As far as Anna could tell, the only information that could be gleaned was simple existence.

Taking in breath slowly through the nose, cooling the tempers of rage that result from exile, her eyes darted back towards the surface of the planet. In tandem with the ship, they would find a spot to land together. Somewhere removed from the village but enough to know announce her arrival. The clans weren't ones for star travel but they were not ignorant to it either. As such, many women found work as warriors and protectors through the instrument of travel. Perhaps she would be welcomed with hopeful eyes.

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Vheissu Ireles​

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Kayanna Djo"]

Fingers rooted in the dirt, digging out roots and seeds, but attention was elsewhere.

It was an automatic process burned into him after years upon years of study and practice, but that slip of attention had been ingrained in him for far longer. The focus to the outskirts of his sight, mind attuned to the whispering cower of the forest surrounding him, the feeling of caked mud against the brush of his skin.

They all gave him clues, let him know when the birds suddenly stopped singing.... a predator on the loose? Before that line of thought could go further the starship hummed out overcast, the pressure of its passage causing the trees to swing back and forth. "Goddess lend my arms strength," Vheissu whispered, before allowing himself to rise.

The village was some distance away and it would be a while before his sisters would be able to bring forth a scout party.

For a moment Vheissu was not certain what to do here- so long his path had been determined by the Clan, his duties closely linked to what was best for them all, but now the rustling of the leafs spoke of spirit's guidance.

Who was Ireles to ignore this? And so he went, past the running creek and the crying rock, pushing farther into the forest.

Towards the falling star and those who rode it through the skies.

 

[Kayanna Djo]

The ship set down like a fallen tree, groaning and bending vines and shoots beneath it. Setting a footprint in the canopy and earth below, the clamps pushed out to find the soft dirt and debris of the forest leaves. Unstrapping the harness, she stomped past everything that reminded her of her father. The various garments, the jewelry and finery, the badges for various work completed for Alliances and Orders alike. She seethed at the mere thought, at the thought of the time he had put into these other groups - and not into his family.

But that wasn't fair. He was a sailor of the stars, as he put it.

The ramp extended out and with blade on back and spear in hand, her sight drifted to those very stars. Constellations, hidden from view by ambient light, but never absent. How they would guide her, though charts and through gesture, she could never understand. You will...some day.

Stepping off the ramp, she sunk a good 2 feet down in sticky muck. Letting out a groan of irritation, she clawed at the ramp and yanked herself back up. Glaring towards the ship, she kicked the hydraulics of the ramp before jumping towards the firmer soil that rested beneath the ships belly.

Looking down, she pulled flecks of mud and decomposing leaves from the leather pants, leaving streaks of soot and soil across her arms. Such was a common occurrence, far removed from anything abnormal. She was her mother's daughter, after all. With the dirt far from removed, she huffed with a bit of exasperation, before stepping slowly out into the jungle, using her spear as a walking stick.

[member="Vheissu Ireles"]​

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Kayanna Djo"]

Vheissu was there.

Amidst the trees and vines and leafs stood the large man.

He watched as the ship descended, watched as a single lady stepped out, watched as her caution overtook excitement of dry (relatively) land underneath her feet. There were options here- none of them too good, because Ireles did not need to look too hard to smell the spirit of the witch on her skin.

A visitor?

Or perhaps a raider wishing for a quick taste of what was here in these particular lands. It was enough of a risk to allow Vheiss to melt back into the forest line and disappear for now.

Keen eyes would study her movements... and see what he would do about her.

 

[Kayanna Djo]

Cerulean orbs lidded, flickering left and right, as she approached the jungle. Looking up towards the horizon, Anna took in a long and deep breath. Feeling her lungs with the sweet scent of the Dathomiri sky, the suspicion of sound was overcome with the sense of anger and remorse. Anger that she still had to be on this planet, remorse for the reasons for her anger. Circling back, always, her mind lingered on that captain and the gash across his face.

Bleeding.

Oozing.

Running scared.

The trees moved, swaying before her, as they greeted her for entry. Large fronds, broad leaves and trunks as large as small buildings. Intermixed, the canopy was filled with diversity and plants that had all forms of utility. These were the things she knew and with that very air of confidence that once lashed out in the deep of night, she gripped her spear and held it low.

Stepping into the woods, darkness overcame her, and she followed her senses and direction. The village was in this direction, she thought to herself. She could smell the cinder of burning torches, she could hear the subtle ambiance of beasts of burden, whining during training. Allowing herself a form of autonomous guidance, she left the ship in her wake. And trudged towards the village.

[member="Vheissu Ireles"]​

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Kayanna Djo"]

He watched and observed.

What he saw confused him.

This did not seem to be the walk of a slaver or a raider, her hands firmly away from her belt with weapons, not slinking through the jungle to minimize the amount of noise she was making. None of it made sense and perhaps that was why Vheissu acted outside of his usual character- instead of letting it go and letting his village deal with it... Ireles revealed himself.

From the corner of her eye a man faded into existence.

"A stranger approaches." Vheissu called out, voice heavy of smoke. "The spirits call her friend."

He wondered if they were confused, when they told him she was a friend.

"Are they correct?"