Myra'di
Na'gr Naskar Shield Maiden
Concord Dawn
5 Years Ago
Home.
Could it have been eight years already?
Eight long years since she left home. The Temple. The travels. All the lessons. She knew she had grown, and changed, a lot. A lot of life experiences, it'll mature a person. But, no amount of time can change who you truly are at your core. You can become more disciplined. You can become more skilled. You may grow distant, grow cold, or even the opposite, friendly and warm. But, who you are in your heart of hearts. That part of you, doesn't really ever change.
So, aside from the obvious changes, the full embrace that womanhood brought on, the Jedi robes, the lightsaber at her hip, Myra'di was still, to this day, the same aggressive, confident, and competitive girl that left Concord Dawn nearly a decade before. It was this truth of who she was that caused such a thrill to run through her when she heard the annual Gathering of the Na'gr Naskar Allit was here! She made all due haste to get back to her home. That lovely valley. The place her heart yearned for so often while she was away.
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A short transport flight later, Myra'di found herself in the little valley. She'd elected to keep her cowl down the first day. Keeping a relatively low profile. She'd waited, patiently, as night fell. The bonfire of the first night, the start of the weeks festivities, was where she carefully positioned herself. She sought the right line of sight, and the perfect moment. She pulled back her cowl just enough, for just one man. One man in particular. She knew those eyes. Those eyes that stared once upon a time with such fury at her. Then, with time, they burned with admiration. She'd not seen those eyes for years. A flutter in her chest, as she made her face fully visible, on the opposite side of that fire. Her eyes didn't waiver an inch from his own, as she gave him that playful, taunting smile. That smile she only ever gave him. Her silly half-blood boy. Her [member=Dilios].
As soon as the recognition began to dawn on the Spear of Mandalore's face, a slender finger was brought to her lips, and with a wink, her cowl dropped back into place. Myra'di withdrew from the fire, and made a point to remain hidden until the following day. She loved the chase. And she knew her Dilios. He loved the hunt.
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The first day of the gathering, was where the two would potentially have their first encounter. Myra'di had left the cloak in her tent. Strolling through the camp in her leggings and tunic, soft wrapped shoes on her feet. Her two toned hair danced in the breeze, as various young men vied for her attention. She smirked, and couldn't refrain from laughing lightly. "Boys, boys. I'm afraid none of you could manage me. You are far too.... Laandur...." She said with a smirk, as she entered the wrestling ring. "Come now, ik'aad. If you wish the right to claim me, you need to earn it." She taunted one of the gathered males. Surely if enough of a ruckus is raised, Dilios' competitive nature might bring him around.
She would bide her time, carefully putting down challenger after challenger, one after another. She made absolute certain to not abuse her powers of the Force, relying instead on her natural strength from her Firrerreo heritage, and from her extreme discipline and training as a Jedi. Several of the men, larger than herself, begged mercy in the dirt, their limbs bent and twisted in unnatural angles, near the point of breaking.
