Seeking knowledge

[Freyia Whitelight-Carrick]

Lorrd​

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Working on her latest research project that was one thing she felt right at home. That was seeking new knowledge one that would bring her to a better understanding of the galaxy. Even so she been at this project for two days now. Rubbing the back of her neck she knew that the day had gone by so fast. It was then that she felt to stop her looking for the days. After all one like herself needed fresh air. Knowing more then anything it was in her blood to be out in the open. Just this planet as much as it had for knowledge she couldn't but want to get out there even in the bitter cold.

Grabbing her coat she made her way to the last open enclosed area before stepping out into the open steads of Lorrd. Finding herself wondering as she did many time before today. Wondering if she could find anything interesting that would peek her own curiosity. As it seem the freshly layer of snow was crushed under her skin furred boots. Even then she had her hood pulled tightly over her head to block out the harsh winds that seem to be following her today. Knowing that her mother would want her to practice on her feeling the environment.

Finding herself keeping herself on the path until she turn to see that she reach the edge wanting nothing more then to follow her tracks back to the warmth that had been around her she keep herself still. Looking around now at the white wonder land that was always winter.

Knowing that those that had been born must thing nothing of it to be this cold all the time. For her it was different as she started to warm herself from the inside out as she been taught to by her Master Mother Maya Whitelight. Even so she couldn't help but feel something strange this day then any other day. As it was strange that also that one like her mother could be known so far from Voss knowing that her mother was a Healer but not knowing how many she had help in the past. It surprised her even know in such a place like this. Maybe that was the reason she felt it was safe for her to come to a planet like this.

As the wind blew something else did to, maybe even the face that she felt for nothing more the inst ice that she was been watched.

[member="Darth Helios"]

 

[Helios]

The subltle hiss of a loading ramp lowered as Rhuza trudged out of his infiltrator, stamping his black booted feet on the descending metal and into the cold, harsh winds of Lorrd. Turning, Rhuza squinted through a filter of raven hair to overlook the Daisya disappear before his eyes, vanishing under the technology of a Stygium cloaking device- among other similar systems. Lifting a stark, skeletal finger he pressed a button on his gauntlet, listening for that signature, subtle hiss once more as the loading ramp ascended and returned to its original position.

Inclining his head, he watched, rapt and silent the snowy expanse before him.

Miles of fire could be covered up in hours out here. All evidence hidden.

He moved with purposeful steps, using the Force to keep him warm and his steps fresh. Having only worn a tunic slashed with crimson silk at the waist, black pants and boots, freedom of movement wouldn't be a problem. He hated wearing anything in bulk, disliking the feeling of having his strides shortened or his reach lowered. Should this expedition have required more stealth than just his entry into the planet he would have gotten a white tunic also, but the Sorcerer wasn't here for espionage, so to bother with camouflage was moot.

It'd been two days now that Rhuza had been on this planet, and even hours after he'd first landed, the name Whitelight had come across his radar several times, first during a routine hack of local frequency channels and later during conversation with locals near the university.

What was Maya Whitelight doing on Lorrd?

Rhuza had his own objections to be completed whilst his stay on this planet, but he could not work with peace-of-mind knowing a Jedi Master was on the planet. The idea of such a situation being real wasn't completely random, with being in the same system as Voss, but it was a nuisance nonetheless. She would have to be eliminated. Failing to do so would only draw more Jedi to the planet, and force Rhuza off the rock, abandoning his obligations. Unacceptable.

The whisper of warning at the back of his mind received no explanation or attention. He would not wait, nor would he let a name force him back into his ship and push him into the blackness of space. Lifting his gauntlet once more, a holomap opened momentarily before disappearing. Rhuza was on the only route that connected the University to anything hospitable across the expanse. Should Maya be leaving campus grounds, she would cross paths with him out here, amongst the harsh winds of the snow. Alone, so that the two of them could...talk.

[member="Freyia Whitelight"]

 

[Freyia Whitelight-Carrick]

Finding herself on a path that she hadn't taken before but her knowledge knew that it would lead towards the heart of the city. All had to do was stay on this path. Passing by fewer as she went on, as if only the ones crazy enough to stay out in such a place like this. Even so she wasn't a cray one she just needed to clear her mind from all the information she had been reading. Coming to wonder if she did the right thing by going off by herself, remember her mother warning. To late now she would keep on this path before her only now there was none left to pass by.

Call it instincts or something be on that she pulled her over side coat closer to her as she went around the corner. As she did that was went the stranger stood in her path as if knowing she would come this way, but how. Never mind that as her mind pushed that thought away for the time being. Finding herself lifting her head a little but still had her face well hidden deep with in the hood. One had called her very naive before maybe she was till that after all she was just learning about the world around her.

Even so she was quick to see that he wasn't dressed for this kind of harsh place, maybe he was lost. Yes that had to be it as she thought to herself. Trying to gave off a friendliness about her. Holding nothing back, as she could see that he was but on the same path. "Hello, are you lost I can direct you to some place that nice a warm, where you might find some warmer clothes."

Taking a few more steps toward him as if to show she met no harm to him. After all he just look lost and maybe a bit confused yea that was it she would tell herself. Even so what did her mother teach her treat all the same no matter where they come from or what walk of life they are from they are all full of life some warmer then others but all the same full of life. Life no matter what needed to be respected that what she would do with her mothers wised words. Who was she to judge this one might just be down on his luck and just needed that someone to help him get back on his feet.

[member="Darth Helios"]

 

[Helios]

Rhuza watched her as she approached, resting a hand on his lightsaber, studying the Jedi Master in her encroachment. Or was it a Jedi?

Hmm?

Something was off. She didn't bear the presence of Maya Whitelight. Her potential in the Force was shrunken, or she was loosely utilizating Art of the Small. But there was no reason for such a technique in a place like this. Lifting a hand to hold back raven strands of hair conspiring to impair his vision he narrowed his molten gaze, concentrating on the woman. It took several seconds before he could completely make out the outline of her body against snow's heavy downpour, but finally he could make her out. Still unable to see any defining features he remained patient, until finally he saw her face as she raised her head to acknowledged him. No pink skin, sapphire hair- none of the trademark features of the Zeltron woman he remembered. Disappointed, he lowered his hand from his lightsaber, letting it hand idly at his side.

I've missed her then...

He would have to find her tomorrow if she hadn't left he planet yet. Her presence on the Lorrd was still a threat to his operation, so he could not forget her simply because the one before her proved to be someone different. Softening his molten gaze, the stranger walked up to him with genuine care lacing her visage as she asked him whether he was lost or not. He might as well had been, at this point. Confusion furrowed his brows at first, because he was simply shocked by her courtesy. It'd been so long, since he uttered a syllable to anyone, let alone hold a conversation. It felt foreign to him. The purpose of conversation was to manipulate the other in one way or another. So what did she want. What does she have to gain by helping me? She was either a really caring person with good intentions or a Jedi. Neither of which bode well with Rhuza, having no use for the first and only having hatred reserved for the latter. Inhaling sharply, Rhuza took a step away from her before issuing his own question, neglecting to answer hers.

"Who are you?"

[member="Freyia Whitelight"]

 

[Freyia Whitelight-Carrick]

Now one thing was she was very young but with her other miss adventures that she had of lately. Knew that one wasn't always what they seem to be but in her case they all proven to have great help to her. Thinking this why would this stranger be any different. Even so she put her best forward for this stranger, beside that what her mother always taught her was to not to judge, everyone that came into ones path always had some knowledge that could be gain. Finding it harder for her now that he step one step back from her.

In then her deep thinking was taking a hold was it something she said or was it more that this one shared her own fear of not wanting strangers to close to them. Not meaning anything but trying to be helpful. Coming that he spoke those three words. That couldn't be that she hadn't told him who she was after all wasn't one to not forget her manners even if she was away from Voss temple.

"Oh my," holding her head down again in shame that she forgotten herself bring her head up again as she did the color of her cheeks was red then the normal pink that one would see on a person such as herself. "I"m Freyia Whitelight of the Silver Sanctum, I"m a guess also here, please I mean to look after your welling being that is if you need looking after." more of her face shown that she was very young but had the some noble warrior class to her. Even so she took a step back herself so he could see that she didn't mean to be a threat to him.

"Who would you be, Sir."

[member="Darth Helios"]

 

[Helios]

Rhuza parted his charcoal lips, exercising a voice that sounded like dry leaves being dragged across duracrete.

"Freyia Whitelight?"

A relative?

He glared at her, deducing her relation to Maya before he noticed the bright pink fluctuations in her cheeks as she spoke. That whisper of warning in the back of his mind tuned its volume higher now, beckoning him to tread carefully. Engaging a Jedi Master was one matter but to attack the child of one was a different type of battle that typically involved outside parties, which wasn't the type of scale Rhuza wanted to work on. His operations were small these days, without the aid of the One Sith or any faction for that matter. In appearance he remained calm, keeping his face void of any particular emotion as he straighted his posture to clasp his hands behind his back. The chilling winds of the icy plains slowed its speeds, allowing Rhuza's flailing, silver hair to rest on his shoulders. The snow slowed its descent as well, leaving the two strangers in a still atmosphere, where his next statement stood out amongst the quiet of the area.

"You are the child of Maya." He said absolutely as interest and curiosity laced the tone of his voice.

Rhuza tilted his head upward, noticing that she'd taken a step away form him. Although it was a reaction to his own retreating steps, it was rare that Rhuza paid his instincts any mind. There were several possibilities that flooded the Sith Lord's mind- kidnapping, being at the top of the list, but he wanted to see where she was mentally. Study her reactions. So far she seemed genuine if not naive.

"My name is Darth Helios." He said, revealing a set of ivory teeth under a chesire smile, unable to keep his enthusiasm hidden.

[member="Freyia Whitelight"]

 

[Freyia Whitelight-Carrick]

Just the sound of his voice saying her own name brought her to bring her bottom lip inside of her mouth to for a few second before letting go of it once again. Even now she could see how the old wasn't taking its toll on him as it was her. Even so maybe it was race that made the cold have nothing on his physical body. Even so she could feel that there was something more to this strangers. Even to the point that herself had her eyes on him but not that she was trying to figure her out, but more of the curiosity.

Came the next question from his lips, finding this one more of curiosity. Even then she had no reason to think nothing more then someone that had heard of her Mother why shouldn't she as a daughter be proud of that fact. Dropping her own hands to her side. Finding herself only to draw her own breath even as she spoke out there was white breath.

"Yes Maya Whitelight is my mother, do you know here she is a great Healer among the galaxy." that could be taken that she was full of a little prideful but more then anything told that her and her mother had a very close relationship. Even then her own face beamed with very much awaken pride, but also something deeper inside of her that laid sleeping.

It was the next part that puzzled her over the fact of saying his name, it wasn't as if she hadn't heard that those with Darth name was full of darkness, but he didn't seem to be full of darkness. After all she could tell if she did run into a full fled Dark Sith Lord. With that shook her head once or twice before speaking what was on her mind. "that...that.. would ...me..that ..no you don't feel like you are dangerous." after all she should be able to tell ones in the force she could feel her mother in the force how her force felt to her full. This one did didn't feel any different if anything wasn't as strong in the force.

[member="Darth Helios"]

 

[Helios]

"Then who is your father?" He asked, as his smile slowly faded.

The white ashed Sith Lord did nothing to calm the Padawan before him. Observant of her body language, he noticed tell tale signs of being slightly uncomfortable and unsure of the being in front of her. Indeed the traces of his mortal memory seemed to relay that this young girl could eventually grow to be just as great a Healer as her mother in combination with whatever traits her father passed down to her. Her full potential in the Force had yet to be realized, but Rhuza could see it now, serving as her guide, as swift and intangible as a willow of the whisp - following the movements of her limbs, trailing in her wake like smoke.

It was only after this moment that he took a slow step towards her- then another, before he laid a cold, chalk white hand on her shoulder. Firm, commanding. Should she feel the need to pull away he would allow it, or if she felt he wouldn't relax his grip she could free herself in other ways. He'd seen acolytes her age freeze under circumstances such as these, but she seemed to be only chilled. Exhibiting a shiver only occasionally. Her raw potential in the Force were testament enough and her defenses were made so.

"It is such a cruel thing." He began. "For one's birthright to entail that they be forced to study the ways of the Jedi and its Fading Ways of the Light." He paused before lifting his opposite hand in front of her. By now, the storm had passed, the wind almost completely still as the snow ceased to fall. An inkling of the sun shone through a murky cloud above them and the silence thereafter was instilled with a fine thread of dread. However, this was but an accented anchoring of Rhuza's very presence. It was disturbingly peaceful.

Then he drew upon the Dark side of the Force. His entire being opening up to the poisonous flow of the tainted energy as his body became flooded. His usage of the Art of the Small was forced to dissipate entirely as he gave in, although in appearance his composure remained. Turning his attention to his lifted hand, a light could be seen, only dim at first but after a few moments it grew in both brightness and size. The growing conjuration was the premise of a slow walk through a dark doorway, a gaped, hungry maw before them, that offered Freyia a glimpse into the Nether; a journey to be taken to the apex of the Dark Side.

The conjuration then instantaneously shifted, as the Sorcerer snapped the energy into a shape, presenting a shimmering emerald orb to Freyia as it levitated above his palm, careful not to touch his own skin with it. Although it didn't expend any external temperature it could sear and permanently damage skin or if discharged had the explosive potency to cause an explosion similar to a grenade.

"If you remain under the shelter of the Light, you can never be safe." His voice was not altogether unkind, merely resigned to terrible truth, "It is an impossible thing, altogether. You shall see. When the galaxy itself is such a dangerous place, it matters not how dangerous others are. Only how dangerous you are."

[member="Freyia Whitelight"]

 

[Freyia Whitelight-Carrick]

Eyes searching his own for answer that wouldn't be answered. "My father " as she its self knew that her father been gone for a long time, but his name was always whispered. That what was to come into mind of others to hear that name was the battles he had been in the glory. "His name, [member="Xander Carrick"]" before she could say anything more of her father it seem that he in that time of thinking of her father the memories that flowed passed her mind of being very young when he had disappeared.

Having to swallow hard to the fact that this one bold enough to come into her personal space. Force was she being force to study the ways of her mother no it was all she knew,. In fact wasn't she hear now on this very planet seeking knowledge of the force along with others for her research she was doing herself. Harder to swallow, the fact becoming clearer that there might be more to this one then first met the eyes.

Clearly she was very unconformable with his hand upon her shoulder it was the closeness that felt odd for some reason in her mind screaming for her to run. It wasn't to late to back out and go back from where she came from. As if there was a sign like her mother could do with the weather on Voss the storm seem to let up. As it did the sun peeking its rays out she couldn't help but want to drink of them. In the same time it was something else as it brought shivers. How could it be as the flood came over her as if she wanted to go to her knees to throw up. It was the sick twisted feeling that came from her as if the flood of darkness had been open up before her. It as if invited vacuum that called to her.

Her own eyes couldn't be taken away now feeling the energy coming from him, in a way it was curious wanting noting more to shake this thought from her young mind. Thinking that books was knowledge why couldn't this be the same way to gain knowledge of the other side of the force. That very seed only thought to grow in her mind. Not wanting it to grow any more she pushed it down deep in side that was where something was sleeping.

It was how he had the ball of light before him now she was one that like to have answer, could it hurt to seek this one answer just this one time from one like him. No could it be he felt the warrior that was keep deep with in her, no her mother had taught her and her twin brother how to control the warrior to leave it sleeping early in their childhood. Like what was cage inside of her mother, that she had learn to live with being on a pure path of light that she bathed in each and everyday.

He was different this was something she needed to sort through on her own as she would do with in knowledge she found, or research she was doing. As if he could tell her own thought or was she just imaging this in her own mind. As could there be a grin now as to who her father or was that a hint of feeling unsure or fear. That in itself could be herself, either way she knew now that the one in front of her wasn't one but still how he didn't what he was hold she was curious.

"Your right in that galaxy a dangerous place, for more reason then not." she stop herself was this why her mother been so protective over her and her twin brother that they wasn't ready to face what lurk out there be on their home planet. "I wish mother...was... she would know what to do in this situation would she fight no she always had a way with her own words she would talk her way out of this situation. Could she do the same thing, think ... think hard of what to do next.

I ...Think...I think...I had enough fresh air..need to be on my way back to my research...if you be so kind and removed your..."

[member="Darth Helios"]

 

[Helios]

Hearing the next few words leave her mouth, Rhuza's brow furrowed slightly as his ochre eyes held a gaze heavy with curiosity, glazed with suspicion. Her potential was engulfing, being the product of an esteemed Healer and Warrior and a growing, ever-evolving person, challenged with different ideals every day. He'd imagined her chains would be more constricting, but there was no need to point fingers to explain such a darkness being in the icelands of Lorrd. No one could predict that Rhuza would be on here or even in the same system as Voss, especially with his former affiliations taken into consideration. And so he didn't respond at first, estimating that the pauses in between her sentence were to recall memories. Rhuza had moments like these before, where random questions were asked and time was needed to allocate answers. His gaze remained however, unrelenting- diving into the depths of her discomfort.

Turning his palm outward, he discharged the Force Orb into the distance, sending it into a mount of snow, mushrooming the ice into the air before the fluffy, white flakes fell to the ground once more. The difference between the Light and the Dark was often how it felt. The Dark Side in particular could be described as a roaring fire: powerful, seductive, and dangerous. All draws of a path that made ripping oneself from it's claws all the more difficult. He wondered how Freyia would fair on such a spectrum of sensation at her age. Rhuza had yet to account her innocence into this scenario although her time spent being uncomfortable during this encounter was crucial evidence as to how she felt. He needed purchase to her dreamworld, her innermost thoughts to see how best to relay his intentions to her. The understanding was just beyond her reach, kept at bay by a glass ceiling of decency. Maya's teachings were all over her, even ruling her judgment.

"I wish mother...was..."

"Here?" Rhuza said, predicting her sentiments. "What would she do if she were here, Freyia?" He asked sincerely before pausing, allowing her time to gather her thoughts. When she suggested that she wished to leave, Rhuza's long slender digits fell from her shoulder although the personal space he'd invited himself into had yet to widen between the two. He suggested his own prediction to his question, attempting to sway and manipulate the situation. Her mother seemed to be a soft spot for the young Jedi, one Rhuza didn't mind exploiting. "I believe she would stay. Your mother was an active seeker of knowledge." He said, betting that general flattery would outweigh factual observations- they usually did. "Are you not? You are on this very planet to study academia, surely your curiosity has presented you with at least one question for me."

[member="Freyia Whitelight"]

 

[Freyia Whitelight-Carrick]

What would she do, if her mother was here? That rolled around her mind but also all the time they spent under the tree of life. Speaking of how every life was precious. Wonder deeper at the meaning of those very simple but very complex words. Even so she couldn't help but think of her mother in some this same situation, was he maybe right. Did he really know her mother? Wouldn't look at him as foe but also not as a friend one that was that was on a darker path that wouldn't dark dare to take a foot upon. To give into such was to be weak, it was the balance that one like her mother sought out. Those that where on other path she would understand why they was on a different path then her.

"Yes, maybe she would, maybe she would....." trailing off as her thoughts once again. Or maybe in her eyes also that they was searching for something more also something that told her that she was in danger and needed to flee. Either way she knew that wasn't going to leave his present that easily. Then couldn't help but reach out with her empathy feeling what puzzled. Then came the understanding of the fact that came to learn, that was what might do with him.

Curious that was one thing going for her seeking knowledge was her key to open up a deeper understanding of the galaxy itself.

Maybe I could ask you a few question what would it hurt." it was her own eyes that told something different that she was having a hard time to know if she was doing the right thing in this situation. This was after all this part of growing into her own powers. Wonder just what kind of question she would be wanting to ask him.

How do you keep so warm when it so frecking cold out?

[member="Rhuza Kingpriest"]

 

[Helios]

Rhuza tilted his head as he followed her as she trailed off during her first sentence. His pursed, pitch lips tightened. She was within his grasp now, he need only keep a steady pace. A slight nod followed her sentiments as his face shifted, displaying an emotional facade with furrowed brows and slightly curved lips, attempting to relay empathy to the young Jedi. No doubt it may have come across forced, or even uncomfortable, but the Manipulator was sure his methods were proving successful. The tone of their conversation and the direction it took was evidence enough.

"The technique is called Tapas." The Eldorai started. "Although, to remain warm in harsh environments such as these it usually requires some to focus most of their energy and concentration on this technique alone, while others have to sit still and meditate upon such a task. Of course there are those whom specialize in such things, but I spent time developing other...talents. So, I found work-arounds. Anything can be exploited, Freyia."

Although Rhuza hadn't done any of the things aforementioned, he drew just enough energy for the beginnings of Tapas to take effect and held the rest of the numbing cold at bay with Endure Pain. But such an application of the Force came with its drawbacks. Since he wasn't using the Force solely to keep himself warm, he was at risk of sickness and even internal and external damage should he remain in the area too long. Endure Pain was a useful technique to block out pain, but the effects of one's circumstances can still remain dangerous or even lethal. Rhuza ran the risk of joint damage, and to some extent- hypothermia. This endeavor was to be short, quick. But having come into an encounter that he hadn't planned his plans were shifted, albeit slightly.

"My methods are different. I cut corners, bend rules, and defy laws. But my outcomes are head and shoulders above the work of others." His gaze hardened then, focusing on Freyia as he opened his charcoal lips once more, his tone sounding inviting this time. "You have much to learn, and I am willing to teach. But you must abandon your fear of the Darkness and embrace it to truly experience the knowledge you seek. I can sense the darkness inside you, begging to be released. Don't hide whats inside you from the galaxy. Give it life and then control it- prove to yourself that you can." He half-turned away from her, opening the path before her towards his ship. It seemed at that moment, the sun that once glittered above them was swallowed by the blackness of encroaching clouds. The storm had returned, sending a warning to those caught out in the open with a light fall of snow that slowly multiplied it's numbers by the second. Rhuza calculated he had mere minutes before the snowstorm attempted to white-out their area.

"Come away oh child," He said calmly before raising a hand towards the direction of his vessel. "To the wilds and the water."

[member="Freyia Whitelight"]

 

[Freyia Whitelight-Carrick]

Biting the bottom of her lip, just why was she doing the little chew. Was it because what he was speaking didn't feel right to her maybe so. Could he really feel what was deep with in her. Knowing that her mother had worked on so long to let it sleep. Even then knowing that this wasn't just anyone that she had met by chance. Now knowing that was meting a force user that was very experience in the force con paired to herself.

I think maybe... maybe I ...need to think about this

Even then there was a whisper with in her that trying to go with him, that he didn't seem so harmful. Again came that other whisper that told her to run to get far away from this man before it was to late. As she let her own eyes lay upon him again that very spreading of the lips.

I was always taught that corners are a bad things to cut, I was taught that it happens over time, what you think you feel inside of me you need to leave be, trust me when I tell you, you don't now what your dealing with. I have my path laid before me that is one that of a path of helping others that need to find in the galaxy. That is why I research what I do, so that my path is solid beneath my feet. I am Whitelight a warrior of light . One that ...

Stopping as she did why did she do such a thing was it because she couldn't help but try and seem stronger then she was in front of this one that seem to have the upper hand. That goes with out saying that she had a few of her own tricks would they be enough. Only as she begin to think of a way out the clouds start in again and the snow falling this time it came harder as if something be on nature was driving she seen this before on Voss from her own mother how she could control the very nature around the wind the rain the sun the earth that was walked upon. Did this one before her have the same powers.

I need shelter from this storm, I think ... Knowing that she stay out in this to much long she would be a fool would not make it as it was she felt the temperature dropping so quickly upon her as if trying to give her a kiss.

Is it far, you promise to drop me off where I want to, Right?

[member="Rhuza Kingpriest"]

 

[Helios]

The encroaching snowstorm brought with it the evening. The bruise of night was settling down slowly, and the burning bite of the descending ice only added to the urgency of the moment. Their solitude had gone unbothered, but Rhuza's patience was full to bursting. The drone of the environment chattered in Rhuza's ear, making Freyia's words harder to hear than before. He leaned towards her, putting together Freyia's sentences with her tone as well as context clues.

"A shelter isn't a problem." He said under a deceptively soft smile. An unnatural thing to look at in the midst of the impending danger the storm carried.

And yet it appeared she would leave with Rhuza. He turned his back to her, escorting her to his ship. The Sith Lord's walk was straight, proud even- somehow managing to keep his posture in the midst of break-neck winds and unforgiving temperatures. His robes and platinum hair bellowed furiously behind him as he came to a halt, squinting apparently at nothing. A stern look crossed his pallid features as he lifted a gauntlet and pressed a button, which dropped the ship's stealth system. The craft revealed itself in an instant, seemingly materializing out of thin air.

"If you wish to leave. Then I will not force you to stay."

He said without any particular emotion lacing his voice. It had taken planning, sacrifice of time, missed opportunities to pursue other endeavors to reach this moment but Freyia's hidden darkness combined with her immeasurable potential could not be ignored by the Sith Lord. He'd come to seek out a name and hoped to leave with a body. But there was no celebration, not from him nor her. She seemed cautious of him- as she should be.

Another press of a button and the ramp lowered, a protocol droid pointedly walking to the edge.

"Oh dear, master. Come in out of this blizzard!" The droid said endearingly. A turn of its golden head landed on Freyia. "And who have we here? This isn't what we came here for."

"This is Freyia Whitelight, M6Y8. And she eclipses my original intentions. Of this you will take my word."

"Oh of course master." Dismissing the matter, the droid turned to move back into the ship, his voice fading as he moved deeper inside. "Well master, I've kept the heat on and the coordinates are already plotted for..."

The droid moved out of distance before the destination could be announced. Rhuza then turned to Freyia, offering a guiding hand towards the ramp- all courtly courtesy as usual.

"After you."

[member="Freyia Whitelight-Carrick"]

 

[Freyia Whitelight-Carrick]

Shivering from the cold blast of wind only made her choice much more easy. Beside he didn't look as if he would harm her. Finding herself taking each step forward only to take a few more behind him. Until they reached his ship. Which she thought it odd for it to be where it sat. Who was she to question such as she wasn't one to not take shelter from the storm. Even so she could see that there was a droid.

Thank you M6Y8 your Master was kind enough to offer me shelter from this blizzard.

Took his head to help her the rest of the way in should couldn't help but take one last look back at the high wind blowing the snow around the place. Even so she couldn't help but wonder if this was the force or something else at work. After all she was only a book learner. As she let herself be lend farther into the place. Dropping her hood down as she tried to get warm once again. There it was again deep with in her something that was there before as if it was whispering to her to run while she could. That only cause her to reach out to make sure that he had no ill towards her at this very moment.

After the storm pass I'll be on my way after all I don't want to intrued on what every you was doing before you stumble upon me, Sir.

[member="Rhuza Kingpriest"]