Alexandra Feanor
The Lady in Silver/Grey Historian
Alderaan, Former Order of the Grey Temple
Alexandra stretched as she stood in front of the gates of her home, the compound which had guarded her long disbanded order and now held an overgrown array of life and plants that covered her home. She smiled and cracked her hands while walking towards the gate. She touched its surface, letting it slide out of the way and reveal to her the temple that was covered in plants and hidden to her eyes. Something else caught her attention and it felt good to be here in the place she had created and fed her power into for years on end to create. Such a place inspired life and growth and she had to thank it for that as it also preserved the beauty of her home even in disrepair.
She grinned as her hand reached out and drew the gate closed once more, allowing her to breath out and shrug off the robes and cloak, leaving her in a pair of tan trousers and a shirt that was far easier to move in than those cumbersome robes she loved. Her hands then reached for her sabers, removing them and placing them on the discarded clothing, gingerly making sure that they did not roll away or hit the earth too harshly even if she was setting them on the clothes. With that her hands reached up to undo her hair and let it fall free before finally touching the crystal on her necklace and sitting down. She was only at the gate and it would take her a great while but this was as good a place as any to start.
Her other hand reached out in front of her, turning over and pointing her palm towards the sky. She breathed in once and only once before her breath stopped and pulse ended, her body falling still and stiff like a stone while her form left it. She breathed once more, but this time outside of her body and able to connect in the way she so decided, incorporeal hands reaching out and taking in them strands of the force, the lifelines of all those around her and she tightened her grip on them. With a yank those plants withdrew from around her like serpents, crawling away from the stones first, clearing it and moving back towards the walls they had come from or the garden itself sitting atop her home, the origin of a great deal of the growth. She was careful not to sap on their energy, and instead only to remove what could not be cleared by actions of the plant's own.
Unlike a friend of hers, she could not do this without putting herself in this state, leaving herself completely still while she worked to complete something so complicated. It was something she hated, feeling defenseless when she had no one to stand there and guard her anymore. She had only now decided to come back to the galaxy, tired of secluding herself on worlds that she had no connection to and with the cleaning of her temple she hoped it would mean a new life for herself. Something she had been trying to achieve but continuously failed at after getting this new body. Sure it was younger, and it would live for far longer than her Echani one, but part of her wishes she had just been left in the Netherworld and not brought back from it.
