Dreidi Xeraic
Jedi Witch
She couldn't believe it, she refused to believe it ever since she had been told on Commenor. Her father was not dead, he couldn't be dead. Fact that she had felt it in the Force and knew he had gone off to fight Sith when he knew it would most likely lead to his death, didn't matter. Nothing matter because her father was not dead, the Silver Jedi were pulling a horrible prank on her and she would not fall for it. So she decided to run away from home, leave her mum and Nitya back in the Order and live with Asaraa, Asaraa wouldn't lie to her and she was her Master so she could help Dreidi find Yuroic surely. Surely she would want to find him and make sure he was safe. Dreidi refused to believe he was dead, no matter if they found his body or his weapons with him, it didn't matter to her. Her father was dead and that was it for her. Her body was so tense, stress, guilty, anger and sadness were overwhelming her and she just wanted to scream to let every emotion she felt out. It didn't matter what she destroyed when she screamed, she just wanted a release at this point.
Arriving at Asaraa's home, Dreidi grabbed her belongings and headed in the direction of where she knew Asaraa to be. Currently she was not carrying much in terms of belongings, just everything she could grab in a short span of time. Some clothes, her training saber and a holo of her family. There was also a message from her father to Asaraa that she was meant to hand over, it had been snuck into her bag by her mum clearly but when Dreidi noticed it, she was too far away from home to do anything about it and return the message since she was still adamant that no evidence was good enough to show that her father was dead. He couldn't die like this, he couldn't leave before she had forgiven him, that wasn't fair. It wasn't right! He still had to be alive because her last words to him couldn't be "I hate you for lying to me!" That wasn't fair to her! He needed to know that she still loved him.
She needed to know that he still loved her. Knocking on Asaraa's door, she wiped her tears on her sleeves of her hoodie. Hopefully Asaraa would be home.
Asaraa Vaashe
Arriving at Asaraa's home, Dreidi grabbed her belongings and headed in the direction of where she knew Asaraa to be. Currently she was not carrying much in terms of belongings, just everything she could grab in a short span of time. Some clothes, her training saber and a holo of her family. There was also a message from her father to Asaraa that she was meant to hand over, it had been snuck into her bag by her mum clearly but when Dreidi noticed it, she was too far away from home to do anything about it and return the message since she was still adamant that no evidence was good enough to show that her father was dead. He couldn't die like this, he couldn't leave before she had forgiven him, that wasn't fair. It wasn't right! He still had to be alive because her last words to him couldn't be "I hate you for lying to me!" That wasn't fair to her! He needed to know that she still loved him.
She needed to know that he still loved her. Knocking on Asaraa's door, she wiped her tears on her sleeves of her hoodie. Hopefully Asaraa would be home.
Asaraa Vaashe
