She was Hunting for Witches, or Calling to them (Open to Witches)

[Brooke Waters]

That was the trick living among the Jedi for some of her people, they weren’t always Jedi. Brooke had trained with a few teachers, in the ways of the Jedi and the ways of the Witch. Her skills were that of the witch, but her personality was much more suited for working among the Jedi. She wanted to do good, and maybe that was why she had put out the call. The Silver Concord had a few witches living on Kattada, but she knew there had to be other Witches away from the Nightsisters and looking out for a better galaxy.

She invited them Kattada, more specifically to the Blue Coral Divers Clan village of Aquatica. It was a lot more fancy than it sounded, merely a few stone and thatch structures along an armored canal for fishing boats. They could dive off the coast and harvest corals, but part of what she wanted, was to help network Witches, similar to what the Jedi were doing.

Witches were a more secretive group, and not sharing between Clans was something she understood, but under a common message? Witches could be very powerful and could even become the silent guardians of the true galaxy, away from the quarrel of the Jedi and Sith.

Wearing blue robes befitting her Clan, she was waiting along the marina of the village, watching for starships and visitors.

 

[Jorah zos Darnus]

Kattada reminded him of Talay.

The Mistwalkers had settled in the swamplands. A very different environment from the tropical islands where the Blue Coral Diver Clan seemed to have settled. But, their name seemed to suggest such a location. It made him wonder if the Blue Coral Divers had lived a similar life on Dathomir, before the Great Purge.

Were there oceans? Or warm, tropical beaches on Dathomir? There was much and more that the boy did not know of his ancestral home. Not the least of which was information about the other Clans. They knew only that other Clans had existed alongside their ancestral Clan -- or, rather, that there were witches who did not follow the Revelation of Gethzerion. These were Witches of Dathomir, but they were not Nightsisters. It seemed a strange notion to contemplate.

The question was, which were these Blue Coral Divers?

The boy had been able to get transport from Kashyyyk to Commenor. There, he'd found a cargo supply ship bound for the Jedi temple here. It had been a means to an end. Not a luxurious form of travel, but it got the boy where he had intended to go. The price of his transport being the labor of helping to unload the supply ship when they had arrived.

From there, he had traveled on his own. Taking the form of the chiroptix, the boy had allowed the trade winds to be his ferry, while he communed with the spirits to seek out others who spoke and honored the elder gods.

It seemed that his path took him over a coastal village. He saw a solitary figure in blue, waiting out on a dock. That seemed as good a place for a landing as any.

The small, bat-like creature dropped from above, fluttering about as it descended down to the end of the dock. The green mist of the spirit ichor swirled around the small creature, expanding out as the red-skinned youth with his black markings emerged from the Spell of Transformation. He wore the tribal leathers of a Nightbrother, accented with flashes of the color red. There was a ceremonial Nightsister dagger at his side, and a Talisman of Transformation hung around his neck.

As he took a step forward, the spirit ichor coalesced into the form of a Talay krayt dragon, as the boy's familiar emerged to stand beside him.

"Tashi dalek, ayure Lora," the Dathomirian boy offered formally, as he gave a bow.
Blessings upon you, honored Sister.

It was a ceremonial gesture. Hands, palms together as he bent at the waist with his head bowed. As he straightened back up, he opened his hands as though they were a book, extending it out toward her. He raised his head back up, looking at this woman again. She seemed... human. With hair the color of straw or even wheat fields awaiting the harvest. Her pinkish skin bore no signs of the markings that Jorah associated with his people.

If she was a Witch of Dathomir, she was not what he expected. Did they keep to the old ways? Did she understand when he spoke the language of Dathomir? As his arms fell back by his side, the boy introduced himself.

"Meni Jorah, zos Darnus, het res Bij'fahde."
I am Jorah, son of Darnus, of the Mistwalker Clan

Brooke Waters​

 

[Brooke Waters]

She wasn’t sure who she was going to be getting to come. But the world of Kattada was a nice world, and a few others of the Blue Coral Divers and even one or two Scissorfists had arrived to her calling. She was hoping for more offworlders but what really surprised her was the one who she ddn’t recognize. He was a Zabrak boy. Well boy it seemed, to her. Not that Brooke Waters was all that old, nor was she a native daughter of Dathomir, merely adopted by her Clan, on a Dathomir that existed in some minds but not in others. The world was definitely shrouded in mystery, that was for sure. Even her history of the world was a bit spotty. She spent time but she never really knew how long she spent, on the world.

She loved Kattada though, it did remind her of the hidden villages of the Blue Coral Divers, the ones in the far away caverns to protect them from Scissorfist raids. Here though, the Scissorfists weren’t direct enemies as far as a rival clan. Similar goals, similar members, but different paths. And that was what she was seeing with the newest arrival. Smiling as he spoke the language of the world, the blonde bowed to him.

“Greetings, Brother. Welcome to Kattada.” She preferred to speak in Basic and offered a bow of her own, not nearly as formal as the Nightbrother. “I am Brooke, daughter of Jacqueline, of the Blue Coral Divers. May we be well met.” She smiled softly. “We handle things a bit differently on Kattada, as we did on Dathomir.” She then switched to the Dathomiri language. “And welcome to your familiar. Please, partake in our food.”

Jorah zos Darnus