Red Morning (Kida)

[Rafeesh]

It had been a red morning, the clouds were quick to remove any sign of the sun. It was going to be a stormy day, not an exceptionally dangerous storm, just rain and the occasional lightening strike. A good day to spend inside, if one had the choice. It was a good thing for the plants, they loved all the water, but they didn't particularly enjoy the lightening.

Rafeesh might have enjoyed the weather, had he not been on patrol around Lord Mythos' house. He was sworn to protect his leader, but more than that he was happy to. He was alright with the rain falling around him. He walked as close to the house as he dare, avoiding actually stepping onto the grounds, he hadn't been told to patrol, but it was his duty nonetheless. He didn't want to appear rude, by coming too near the house, but this weather was a perfect time to attack and so Rafeesh had to be prepared in case someone tried it.

He walked slowly, every step looking out away from the house. His clothes had been thoroughly soaked about an hour ago, the only part of him still dry was his head, covered by the metal helmet. The cold was setting in, no, it had set in. Some might had said that he would catch his death of cold, but Rafeesh had been in the cold for many years. He had been in a cyrogenic stasis chamber for so many centuries that the cold was truly little of a concern to him. So he walked and walked. The most difficult portion was the muddy ground, it slowed his progress significantly, but he continued, the bottom of his robe brown from the mud and his boots caked in the stuff. He hoped silently that it would come out, this was his only set of clothing, at least it was the only set he had had when in stasis and he hadn't bothered getting more.

He wondered who else lived with his master. Was he a single man who kept himself from other attachments? Did he had a wife and children? Rafeesh had never asked personal questions, it was not his place. He had the time now to wonder, his job was quiet and he had little else to think about. So he tried to imagine.

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[Lief]

Kida loved the rain. It reminded her of her jungle home of Endor, where there were often storms and heavy downpour. It was during these times that most of the other predators shied away, especially the uprights, and thus she had the prowl of the undergrowth to herself. It was also when some of the lesser creatures, those apart of her food chain, wormed their way out of their little holes and basked in their little bit of freedom. Of course, that was always their first mistake where this handful was concerned.

Atrisia was no Endor, yet she was just as much a Princess here as she had been of the wilds in that Ewok-laced land. Though not by blood, Kida was the Emperor's child and beloved by him most of all. To the rest of the Galaxy she was simply his daughter, no questions asked, and while the child could recall another time, with another man doting over her - albeit on the opposite end of the spectrum - it didn't make her love her Papa any less. She knew that Animus cared for her as much as Jaxton and Furry had, even as much as her Pride of Daux had, and that was all that mattered.

Speaking of her Papa, he probably wouldn't have been too happy to find his child roaming the gardens in a thunderstorm. Her dress was soaked through and marred with grass stains and dirt, her hair messy as ever. Thankfully the crown which had been given to her by another Princess had not been set upon her head that morning, otherwise it would have been lost to the long grass.

On all fours, she preferred that method of travel when no one else was around, the little girl leaped through the soggy gardens and splashed in the puddles, making quite the racket. She was far enough from the Palace that no one would hear her, and thankfully none of the Staff had seen her leave. No doubt Groom was watching from the shadows, though. The tuk'ata didn't skip a beat where the child was concerned, they were practically inseparable these days. But knowing that she was safe the hound allowed her a little bit of wild-time, to be the feral child who had been forced inside the shell of a good-little-Princess and locked away too long.

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[Rafeesh]

The rain was a very good dampener for sound, he heard very little aside form the constant pouring of rain and the occasional rumble of thunder. Beyond that the sucking sound of his boots as he pulled his feet up. It was slow going, but he decided that it was worth it, if for no other reason than strengthening himself. He wasn't concerned with his master noticing, in fact he hoped that Mythos would not notice.

He was about to take a turn to the right and continued walking in that direction for an hour or so, but he stopped. Through the dim grey light, he thought he saw movement in the distance. At first it appeared to only be grass rustling and he would have attributed that to an animal in the distance. He rectified the decision when he watched a splash of a puddle followed by a feint racket. He then guessed it was something important so he began moving in that direction.

It was the better part of a minute before he caught up to the moving person, he didn't activate his lightsaber, wanting to find out who it was first. He knelt down to try and hide his presence as he moved forward slowly. Unfortunately he didn't have much luck being quiet, the ground was less muddy but there was enough to make a popping noise every step he took.

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