Poor, unfortunate, deluded vermin...were the only words she could use to describe the people whom she was reading about. An extensive tome from an encyclopedia on the history of the Light sat opened, almost at its end, in front of the Umbaran. Now one might think, what was one of the most devoted of believers in the Dark doing reading about the history of her enemies? The answer to her was so clear it became obvious, and she would have entitled brainless ignorance to whoever did not see it as simply as she did: the acquirement of knowledge was something no one should be lenient on, least if it gave insight on the ways of one's enemies. It would have been an understatement to say Syss was disgusted, repulsed, revolted even...yet she deemed it a necessary pain. It was not the first time she compelled herself to absorb words she hated, words she wanted to change, to extinguish. She unlike many, did not believe in the commonly accepted theory that if one ignored something, then it did not hold meaning. In contrast, the acolyte had refined her definition and thus she only considered innocuous that that had lost its value in knowledge.
As far as it tortured her to admit, the Light was yet to be extinguished and this meant it still held its intellectual relevance. Thought, after all, was the first driver of sentient nature and as far as the thought of something existed, it would never cease to exist. How she longed to see the very idea, the blemished thought of the Jedi erased from the galaxy. So that people embraced just as she had the one and only true power of the Force, its blessed meaning and not some misleading interpretation that threatened to murder the main source of nutrition to her beloved Darkness.
The acolyte was brooding in her outraged thoughts as her eyes carefully scanned through the pages with a speed acquired only by skilled readers, those who had spent years of their life devouring page after page, either for the sake of reading or for the benefit of it, the second being the reason why she sat here today. This library alone had been enough to give her a motive to make a short stop in Lorrd before continuing her journey back to the academy on Bastion, the place she now called her home, until this Empire felled and another rose. Maybe she would fall with it, it was a risk she had already accepted long ago. That was the risk of the trade, and it was still not enough to deter her from her faithful servitude to the Darkside.
Syss was cloaking her presence in the Force, a habit she had acquired after many unwanted encounters. Of course, her ability was not yet strong enough to fool the eyes of one very skilled in the Force, but fellow apprentices or those that had not expanded their learning into the art of stealth were more often than not captured under the effect. Her lecture was interrupted when a rabid ripple in the Force shook within her, making her white eyes volt from the pages to a figure who had just entered the library. As her custom dictated, Syss took her time to analyse the individual from afar, with practices subtlety. The Umbaran immediately had her guesses about the young girl, and most were confirmed when she took her pick out of the books in the library. A soft, deceitful smile crept onto the long, dark lips of the acolyte as she stood up, heading towards the newly arrived person.
"Greetings, my friend. I just happened to notice you entering the library, an excellent choice for a book. Would it be indiscreet to ask the motif for your pick?" Words glided off her tongue as easily as the venom abandoned a viper's teeth when it bit. She was a charmer, her words spoke of friendliness and an inherently social nature. But truth was, today she had purposefully decided not to make much effort in beautifying the rest of her physical disposition...and she could be a gaunt and unnerving sight to see, undeniably permeated by something that made most want to stay away from her.
[member="Lina Renning"]
