More Tea?
There was no knowing the passage of time in its grasp, and if one had the (mis)fortune to be aware of where they were, fighting it was a possible but losing battle. To be subjected to the Nether for a handful of years was one thing, and to inhabit it for centuries was really quite another, and she hadn't known the time that had passed after being expelled from that afterlife of the Force as soon as she tumbled out onto Voss; no, her mind was quite severely addled, and coupled with the knowledge of the rifts that had sprung open the galaxy over, the girl - appearances dictating an age of mid-twenties - simply passed out in the forest, only a few short kilometres from the temple complex.
When she woke, panicked and wide-eyed, there were eyes on her from faces she didn't at all recognize; this wouldn't help but for some kindly souls (whom she would later learn were a couple of the most powerful, accomplished healers in the galaxy according to local consensus) who were a balm to her mind, an aid to the long road to her 'recovery' from... from what? Death? Resolving her mind, her confidence in her identity and in general, was a thing far from happening overnight. The galaxy turned around her and wars raged on as healers, scholars, and other Jedi walked the path of her rehabilitation with her. Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months, so on and so forth, until she gained self-sufficiency and a measure of peace.
She was still troubled, of course, but that was to be expected. The shock of her situation was quite something to surmount, but she had come this far, and it was time for the next step, determined by her only with the guidance she had sought out on her own. The thought of her template's first steps in the way of the Jedi, wonder at how it might have been for her, were very much on Emiery's mind - it simply couldn't be helped. After all, there were only so many things she could learn from the original before her mind wasted away under the weight of the Netherworld of the Force.
The Nether... the still youthful-looking clone of a daughter of Pelagon shook her head to dispel the train of thought of that dismal place and raised a not-too-firm fist to tap on the door of a woman with whom she had become somewhat acquainted, to attend to meeting with her as the brown-haired Master requested.
[member="Coci Heavenshield"]
When she woke, panicked and wide-eyed, there were eyes on her from faces she didn't at all recognize; this wouldn't help but for some kindly souls (whom she would later learn were a couple of the most powerful, accomplished healers in the galaxy according to local consensus) who were a balm to her mind, an aid to the long road to her 'recovery' from... from what? Death? Resolving her mind, her confidence in her identity and in general, was a thing far from happening overnight. The galaxy turned around her and wars raged on as healers, scholars, and other Jedi walked the path of her rehabilitation with her. Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months, so on and so forth, until she gained self-sufficiency and a measure of peace.
She was still troubled, of course, but that was to be expected. The shock of her situation was quite something to surmount, but she had come this far, and it was time for the next step, determined by her only with the guidance she had sought out on her own. The thought of her template's first steps in the way of the Jedi, wonder at how it might have been for her, were very much on Emiery's mind - it simply couldn't be helped. After all, there were only so many things she could learn from the original before her mind wasted away under the weight of the Netherworld of the Force.
The Nether... the still youthful-looking clone of a daughter of Pelagon shook her head to dispel the train of thought of that dismal place and raised a not-too-firm fist to tap on the door of a woman with whom she had become somewhat acquainted, to attend to meeting with her as the brown-haired Master requested.
[member="Coci Heavenshield"]