Recent content by Xoie Bai

"Ruh, beni gözüm," the woman repeated, chewing the words in her mouth before she spoke as she tested the foreign pronunciation. "Ve kulağım." Thanks mostly to Arla already pulling the spirits closer, Xoie could feel a shiver over her skin reminiscent of the way she knew the ur-spirits were...

Xoie was not supposed to be on Denon. Her ship had malfunctioned, and the pilot had been forced to drop from hyperspace and bring them down at the nearest spaceport for repairs. Thankfully no one was hurt, but it also meant the Dathomir native was stuck in a foreign place she had little to no...

Trust in herself, rely on herself, and become as strong as she could. Those words made Xoie nervous for multiple reasons, but the Dathomirian gave Arla an acknowledging nod either way. She wasn't very confident, and she was often chastised by her clan mother for worrying too much. Maybe leaving...

"I've just... heard things about them that makes me nervous," she admitted with a shrug. "I would trust any of my sisters here to have my back, but I've been told the Sith...don't. That they don't care about each other." Xoie looked down, realizing she was kind of just venting to someone she'd...

Ah, summoning rituals. Those were always daunting to Xoie, but she didn't hesitate to accept Arla's suggestion to copy down the shade-summoning ritual. She'd known Arla - personally - for all of five minutes now and she'd already learned more than she would have learned in an hour here by...

Sith tribes out on Korriban? Xoie continued to listen to Arla speak as she tried to picture the woman before her spending her days with Sith tribes. It sounded...unappealing to the Dathomirian, but she believe her when she said immersion was the best way to learn. But she was studying on her...

Xoie crossed over to where Arla was and peered over at the pages the other woman pointed to. Her lavender eyes lingered briefly on the ur-Kittât writing, recognizing nothing, but seemed more focused when Arla flipped the page to reveal Dathomirian writing. "Ah, okay." Though she couldn't read...

"It's... it's not that I'm not, it just makes me nervous to think about. I've never been off world." The idea of being surrounded by strangers in a strange culture was intimidating. "I'm sure I'll get over it," she added with a shrug, trying to deviate the conversation away from her and back to...

”Ur-Kittât?” Xoie repeated, her head tilting ever so slightly as she spoke. It had sounded vaguely familiar, and the name did as well. She brushed it off as something she’d studied at some point but promptly forgotten about. ”That’s interesting.” From what she understood, Sith magic and sorcery...

Having finished sketching down the details into her book of shadows, Xoie set the thing aside and placed her foot firmly on the ground. She began to go through the signs once again, unaware of Arla's eyes on her but was again left with fizzled-out frustration when the attempt failed. Arla's...

Unsurprisingly, this particular chamber was also Xoie's preferred room thanks to its unpopularity. It was kind of out of the way compared to the other chambers. It wasn't that she disliked practicing around others, but she always felt awkward walking into a chamber that already had people...

"C'mon... c'mon..." A vibrant shade of green illuminated the otherwise dim room, casting dark shadows of her hands against the walls as they moved methodically from one position to another. Her pale fingers bent individually from one another, shaky from time spent in unnatural positions. Xoie's...