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Cyrus himself breathed deep as he stepped over the threshold, letting the incense wash over him as his eyes settled on the altar briefly and he offered a bow to his goddess. Used to the effects of spice as he was, he gently batted away the tendrils of thoughts that came from others in the temple, keeping his own mind clear as he shifted his focus back to Revna.
She was so beautiful and innocent in some regards, not like a child, but more like someone who had been sheltered from the wrong things in the galaxy. He caught the sadness entangled with the awe in her expression and was tempted, briefly, to reach out in comfort. It was too soon and he knew it.
Understanding passed across his face, reflecting her sadness for a moment. "The loss of a home and a place of worship is something we understand all too well." He gestured to the first tapestry, a gentle hand touching her elbow more to guide her as they walked around the temple.
"Our homeworld. Thousands of years ago, we lived and worshipped under Vahl's rule. The Jedi in their misguided fear of the darkside believed us to be twisted and cruel and sought to destroy us. We were unable to withstand the might of their attack and what was left of our people were scattered into the stars. To this day, we have been unable to identify or locate our homeworld. All record of it vanished, whether through the work of the Jedi, or by our own ancestors to protect us from the Jedi is a source of great debate among the few historians we do have."
Something flashed passed his eyes, a sharp spike of hatred that rippled briefly in the force as he regarded the tapestry for a minute, his malcontent for the Jedi unmistakable, before he moved them to the next.
"For thousands of years we have drifted, collecting only in small groups for safety. The Ember of Vahl doing its utmost to reunite us and guide us as best we can. Following the guidance of our Chosen." he smiled his thought drifting to Darth Isolda, the greatest seer that they had ever been blessed with.
Revna
She was so beautiful and innocent in some regards, not like a child, but more like someone who had been sheltered from the wrong things in the galaxy. He caught the sadness entangled with the awe in her expression and was tempted, briefly, to reach out in comfort. It was too soon and he knew it.
Understanding passed across his face, reflecting her sadness for a moment. "The loss of a home and a place of worship is something we understand all too well." He gestured to the first tapestry, a gentle hand touching her elbow more to guide her as they walked around the temple.
"Our homeworld. Thousands of years ago, we lived and worshipped under Vahl's rule. The Jedi in their misguided fear of the darkside believed us to be twisted and cruel and sought to destroy us. We were unable to withstand the might of their attack and what was left of our people were scattered into the stars. To this day, we have been unable to identify or locate our homeworld. All record of it vanished, whether through the work of the Jedi, or by our own ancestors to protect us from the Jedi is a source of great debate among the few historians we do have."
Something flashed passed his eyes, a sharp spike of hatred that rippled briefly in the force as he regarded the tapestry for a minute, his malcontent for the Jedi unmistakable, before he moved them to the next.
"For thousands of years we have drifted, collecting only in small groups for safety. The Ember of Vahl doing its utmost to reunite us and guide us as best we can. Following the guidance of our Chosen." he smiled his thought drifting to Darth Isolda, the greatest seer that they had ever been blessed with.
Revna
