Zesiro
High Lady of Kesh
Shaking her hands slightly, Zesiro put her saber back on her hip. It was still odd to her to have the red blade after all these years. It was a link to her past and she wanted to move passed that. Before she began to start trying to meditate, she looked at Sol with a raised hand to indicate for just a moment.
"Master, where do I get a crystal for the lightsaber? I want to make a new one for the me that is now, not this one that wasn't even mine to begin with."
She had taken it from her first master after killing him. He wasn't her first or her last kill, but he had been the person that had made her who she was. That Zesiro needed to die and her hiding out on Kesh had only been a start to that.
Taking a seat on the ground, she looked for the cube he had brought yesterday. Not wanting to look through his bag, she raised an eyebrow slightly before speaking again.
"May I borrow that cube again? I think I understand more what you meant."
[member="Sol Damerin"]
"Master, where do I get a crystal for the lightsaber? I want to make a new one for the me that is now, not this one that wasn't even mine to begin with."
She had taken it from her first master after killing him. He wasn't her first or her last kill, but he had been the person that had made her who she was. That Zesiro needed to die and her hiding out on Kesh had only been a start to that.
Taking a seat on the ground, she looked for the cube he had brought yesterday. Not wanting to look through his bag, she raised an eyebrow slightly before speaking again.
"May I borrow that cube again? I think I understand more what you meant."
[member="Sol Damerin"]