Viera was seated by the fire like the rest of the Jedi, sitting on the same log as a couple of the other’s that learned from the Progenitor. She was staring into the fire, her vibrant green eyes practically glowing against the orange embers. A stray thought crossed her mind, desiring to reach into her own brain and pull the voices out into a malleable form, and toss them into the campfire.
They had nearly ruined the experience with the Progenitor. At least Viera felt she almost had…
“
It’s also a credit to them, that they’ve been so open in letting us experience their culture and teachings. After the history they’ve been through with manipulators and murderers, and yet they still opened their doors to us.”
Kaska made a comment about drowning and Viera’s cheeks immediately reddened a little. A memory of what happened surfacing, although fortunately her hood concealed the sheepish/embarrassed expression.
The incident had been during the second day, when she had been guided by Master Kryll to move closer to the Progenitor. She had been hesitant to get any closer, but if the towering Selkath thought it was fine, then who was she to argue?
She should’ve argued.
Viera had managed to get comfortable again, floating still within the ocean depths as she resided a shorter distance away from the ancient being. But then
they started to appear, coasting along quietly like calm waves.
Viera…
...Viera…
Viera!
The gradual drum beat of voices disrupted the young woman’s concentration, and she panicked. Mind clouded by the disembodied presences, she mistook herself to be drowning, unable to breathe. Limbs heavier than they should be, Viera struggled, arms and legs flailing until she had enough conscious sense to
swim.
She breached the surface like a torpedo, using the Force to propel herself onto the platform. Again she felt like she couldn’t breathe, as though something was covering her mouth. Then the voices started to dim, and her mind turned rational, remembering the rebreather that was still securely over her mouth.
Enlightenment and embarrassment.
“
Wait, wait hold on.” Viera spoke up, wanting to push that memory harshly to the side. What better way than turning attention elsewhere. “
Whatcha mean, Dagon stopped drowning you?” Her eyes shifted between Kaska and Dagon. “
What happened?”