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It was a bizarre experience for Ilyan to be here. She had never seen anything so white in her entire life. She had, of course, heard about Ziost before, but seeing it was an entirely different story. Not to mention she was pretty sure that she was actually frozen. The cold here was more biting...

Ilyan watched the man as he emerged from his hut. Although she knew of him, the two had never met before and something in her distrusted him. Perhaps it was that he was known not to follow many of the traditions or the desert or something else, but she said nothing, simply resting a hand...

Ilyan was surprised when he started to laugh. Yes, everything he said was true. She and Salini didn't look much alike, and she could still remember their younger days when Ashani had - on occasion - stuffed she and her younger sister in a feed trough and "locked" it just by sitting on it. Those...

Ilyan was silent as she listened, her hands clenching slightly as he spoke about her version being close to the truth. So he had killed Salini. But as he began to recount the story, other things began to fall into place. It was not the story that she had thought she would hear. She tried to...

Ilyan could tell he was a bit uncomfortable and there was a long silence that lingered between them. Ilyan wasn't going to be the one to break that silence, so they rode along for a time before he finally asked his question. It was Ilyan's turn to be silent as she weighed whether she should...

Ilyan had found the entire exercise of Azar showering with her to be both comical and slightly endearing. He looked miserable, and she had done her absolute best not to smile or laugh. Still, he would see the slight glint in her eye as she watched him getting ready. She had strapped on her...

Ilyan just nodded as he declared that they would leave in the morning. She began changing into sleeping attire when he offered for her to join him, and she nodded, sliding into the bed next to him. It was strange and perhaps even comforting as he reached his arm around her. There was no one...

Ilyan knew that she should have been able to join him at any time, but there was something strange about it. He had told her she didn't have to warm his bed except to create their expected heir, but equally she didn't want to do so without his desire. It was... a weird and contractual marriage...

Ilyan listened as the noise of the feast slowly died down. No one came by to check on the pair, perhaps assuming they were further consummating the union of desert and nobility after a successful day. She heard the music eventually come to a close, and she even looked up throughout her watch...

Ilyan was all serious and concerned looks as he talked about the water she had taken, but the concern wasn't about the water, it was about him. Not sure why. Why should you care? she asked herself. I didn't ask, she said simply, that brazen streak he had seen in her several times now...

Ilyan moved through the camp quickly, using the Force to reach out in an attempt to sense Azar's presence, and she was surprised when a wave of turmoil and distress hit her. It wasn't anger, it was something else, and that would have given her pause if it weren't so dire. Instead, she pushed...

Ilyan was completely caught up in the dancing as the interaction with the old woman happened. It was no mistake that the woman had waited until Ilyan wasn't there because it was Ilyan that would have been able to identify her. After all, she was Kurvast... family. Perhaps the old woman had...

Ilyan didn't even notice the subtle changes in herself that betrayed she was far comfortable out here than back at the palace. It was almost a jolt as he mentioned it and he would notice for just the faintest moment a flash of fear in her eyes as she looked to him, although he didn't look...

Ilyan was unaware of the pang of regret that her comment had caused to Azar. She didn't know him well enough to read the subtlest flashes of his face and his mind was a mostly closed book to her. What she did know was that he made her feel special. Even here, behind closed doors where it...

He didn't seem to comment which was better than being... hit or choked or something comparable. That was probably a stupid suggestion, she thought to herself. He reached out and touched her face, examining it to its fullest, and she didn't resist, watching as he began to meticulously go...

Ilyan just smirked slightly to herself over her tea, though said nothing else. I believe we can, she agreed, in this case something she actually did agree. Was she going to trust or even get along with this woman? No, probably not, but they had a semi-common goal and that was extension and...

Oh? she asked as he mentioned he was quite a good dancer. She wondered if this was one of those 'oh yes, my King you're an excellent dancer' things or if he really was a good dancer. She supposed time would tell. Tonight would tell. There is a shower outside, she said, watching as horror crept...

Huh, that was strange. Ilyan was certain that there wasn't a single person on Korriban that wasn't aware of the power of Kressh blood, and yet it didn't even seem like there was a glimmer of recognition in the other woman's eyes. Weird, she thought to herself. Perhaps she had really only been...

Ilyan didn't presume to know Azar well, but she had a self-preservation streak born into her, bred into her family after many generations. She recognized the glint of danger in his eyes as the chieftain began her fit of annoyance, an outburst that didn't result in any physical violence, but...

The longer the two spoke, the thicker it would be evident that Ilyan's accent was in basic. Yes, you could, she said. She could practically feel the animosity of the other woman even veiled behind her kind words, and the desire to simply slug the other woman in the face was definitely there...