Ah, it seemed Alistair was a man of practicality. Many flocked about the museum, spending hours in leisure. The Anzat, in contrast, had an apparent purpose. Curious, considering how it might have been linked to the Old Sith and the exhibit dedicated to their memory. Glancing back, the Jedi felt a twinge of caution. Some of the items that were on display made her feel ill at ease; tomes and scriptures, yet deciphered. That kyber crystal as well - even if 'dead', some nefarious fiend might yet find purpose. The last thing anyone wanted was to invite theft. No, she would definitely submit a report to the council. The curators of the museum might protest, likely even refuse Jedi involvement but if those relics were to ever fall into the wrong hands...Well, the results could be quite disastrous.
Still, with the night weighing heavy upon her shoulders, Sybella decided she too ought best to make her escape. Struck by a sudden thought, she look at Alistair and made a proposition. "Allow me then to escort you. I must also depart." She, of course, meant it mostly in jest yet it did not stop her from offering him her arm. Naturally, Sybella understood the rules that came with the usual pomp and ceremony, but it didn't mean she couldn't toy with them on occasion. A woman, offering her arm to a man? Oh, the (exaggerated) scandal!
Alistair, quite rightly, could refuse but it didn't stop the heiress from exiting the glass conservatory; she would find the last aspect on offer was a rather impressive stone garden. Nestled beneath a moonlit sky, the outdoor space unveiled a captivating spectacle of ethereal beauty; an array of stone marble statues stood majestically, forming a silent congregation of varying shapes and figures. The statues, crafted with meticulous detail, possessed a lifelike quality that seemed to defy the passage of time. Their smooth marble surfaces reflected the moon's gentle glow, lending an otherworldly aura to the scene. Each figure, frozen in graceful poses, conveyed a distinct emotion or purpose.
At the heart of the garden, a centrepiece statue commanded attention. It depicted a regal figure with outstretched arms; it was as if the state was embracing the night itself. The piece certainly served as a focal point, drawing the viewer's gaze toward the surrounding sculptures. To the left, a poised figure (reminiscent of a Twi'Lek dancer) was captured in a moment of fluid motion. With one leg gracefully lifted and arms elegantly extended, it evoked a sense of grace and harmony frozen in time. Juxtaposing its gentleness, a nearby, stoic warrior stood tall and proud, his strong physique and chiselled features speaking of unwavering courage.
Further, along the garden's winding path, a statue of a reclining muse gazed upward with an expression of contemplation. Her serene countenance seemed to invite reflection and introspection. Nearby, a collection of children were at play, embodying innocent joy and youthful exuberance; it was truly amazing, their laughter seemingly preserved in stone. Among the marble congregation, there were statues depicting scholars engrossed in books, musicians caught mid-performance, and lovers locked in an eternal embrace. Each sculpture told its story, beckoning the onlooker to unravel the tales concealed within their timeless forms.
Softly illuminated by strategically placed garden lights, the statues seemed to come alive in the moon's glow. Shadows danced and played across their intricate contours, enhancing the depth and texture of the sculptures. The interplay of light and shadow imbued the garden with an almost magical atmosphere. As the night wore on, the garden remained a sanctuary of stillness and enchantment. The statues, guardians of this nocturnal realm, preserved their silent vigil, casting an air of mystery and tranquillity. Together, they created a haven where artistry, nature, and the nocturnal symphony of life seamlessly converged, captivating any fortunate soul who ventured into their nocturnal domain.
Whilst Sybella admired them, the looks she afforded were fleeting at best. That is under she noticed something. A familiar face, encased in stone Asra Demici . One of Sybella's more celebrated ancestors. Perhaps Arlo's choice of location had more of a purpose than first credited. Had he known about this particular statue? Did he hope it would play more to Sybella's sense of familial heritage? What a rascal.
Known as an intrepid adventurer, Asta only held the position of a third daughter. Other than the arranging of her marriage, she didn't have much in terms of prospects. It wasn't known whether or not she was force-sensitive, which Sybella always found strange; given their familial traditions, those sorts of things would be tested and recorded. Why was hers left undetermined? Personal choice, perhaps on Asra's part? Given her notorious headstrong nature, it was highly likely. Though she could have lived a comfortable life regardless, the aristocrat decided to carve her own path and become somewhat of an amateur explorer. She had spent a good portion of her life away from Serenno, choosing instead to venture off into the galaxy on (family-funded) expeditions. Returning with all sorts of oddities, she found coins that would later become Demici heirlooms during one of her treks. They were the very coins that Sybella was wearing now. To wear them was considered a great honour, a right usually only reserved for those serving as the heir apparent.
That is until that baneful Lujayn tampered with them. It was only a recent discovery, but still, one that stung right at the heart. To use a family heirloom in such a way, to imbue it with some kind of twisted sorcery. The very act itself almost left the pieces of silver entirely tarnished; luckily, Sybella and Kalique had managed to purge the coins of Lujayn's essence - her dark influence was now wiped clean from their mortal plane.
At least, that's what the Jedi hoped. Once again, she found herself touching the specie that hung around her neck. Her eyes, ever watchful, compulsively searched a signature flash of red. Since Iego, the wraith had been made silent. Sybella ought to feel relieved, finally rid of such darkness. Yet their unwitting bond had existed for quite some time. Could such taint really be so easily removed?
Feeling a coldness from within, Sybella moved away from Alistair. The Anzat, it seemed, was Force-sensitive. She didn't know to what extent though - if he had any kind of empathetic abilities, he might find her inner depths somewhat uncomfortable. Other Jedi had expressed similar sentiments in the past but the heiress had always managed to dissuade any concerns.
With the statue as her anchor, the lady knight made but a passing comment, "She was quite remarkable, you know. Her travels were simply...extraordinary."
Still, with the night weighing heavy upon her shoulders, Sybella decided she too ought best to make her escape. Struck by a sudden thought, she look at Alistair and made a proposition. "Allow me then to escort you. I must also depart." She, of course, meant it mostly in jest yet it did not stop her from offering him her arm. Naturally, Sybella understood the rules that came with the usual pomp and ceremony, but it didn't mean she couldn't toy with them on occasion. A woman, offering her arm to a man? Oh, the (exaggerated) scandal!
Alistair, quite rightly, could refuse but it didn't stop the heiress from exiting the glass conservatory; she would find the last aspect on offer was a rather impressive stone garden. Nestled beneath a moonlit sky, the outdoor space unveiled a captivating spectacle of ethereal beauty; an array of stone marble statues stood majestically, forming a silent congregation of varying shapes and figures. The statues, crafted with meticulous detail, possessed a lifelike quality that seemed to defy the passage of time. Their smooth marble surfaces reflected the moon's gentle glow, lending an otherworldly aura to the scene. Each figure, frozen in graceful poses, conveyed a distinct emotion or purpose.
At the heart of the garden, a centrepiece statue commanded attention. It depicted a regal figure with outstretched arms; it was as if the state was embracing the night itself. The piece certainly served as a focal point, drawing the viewer's gaze toward the surrounding sculptures. To the left, a poised figure (reminiscent of a Twi'Lek dancer) was captured in a moment of fluid motion. With one leg gracefully lifted and arms elegantly extended, it evoked a sense of grace and harmony frozen in time. Juxtaposing its gentleness, a nearby, stoic warrior stood tall and proud, his strong physique and chiselled features speaking of unwavering courage.
Further, along the garden's winding path, a statue of a reclining muse gazed upward with an expression of contemplation. Her serene countenance seemed to invite reflection and introspection. Nearby, a collection of children were at play, embodying innocent joy and youthful exuberance; it was truly amazing, their laughter seemingly preserved in stone. Among the marble congregation, there were statues depicting scholars engrossed in books, musicians caught mid-performance, and lovers locked in an eternal embrace. Each sculpture told its story, beckoning the onlooker to unravel the tales concealed within their timeless forms.
Softly illuminated by strategically placed garden lights, the statues seemed to come alive in the moon's glow. Shadows danced and played across their intricate contours, enhancing the depth and texture of the sculptures. The interplay of light and shadow imbued the garden with an almost magical atmosphere. As the night wore on, the garden remained a sanctuary of stillness and enchantment. The statues, guardians of this nocturnal realm, preserved their silent vigil, casting an air of mystery and tranquillity. Together, they created a haven where artistry, nature, and the nocturnal symphony of life seamlessly converged, captivating any fortunate soul who ventured into their nocturnal domain.
Whilst Sybella admired them, the looks she afforded were fleeting at best. That is under she noticed something. A familiar face, encased in stone Asra Demici . One of Sybella's more celebrated ancestors. Perhaps Arlo's choice of location had more of a purpose than first credited. Had he known about this particular statue? Did he hope it would play more to Sybella's sense of familial heritage? What a rascal.
Known as an intrepid adventurer, Asta only held the position of a third daughter. Other than the arranging of her marriage, she didn't have much in terms of prospects. It wasn't known whether or not she was force-sensitive, which Sybella always found strange; given their familial traditions, those sorts of things would be tested and recorded. Why was hers left undetermined? Personal choice, perhaps on Asra's part? Given her notorious headstrong nature, it was highly likely. Though she could have lived a comfortable life regardless, the aristocrat decided to carve her own path and become somewhat of an amateur explorer. She had spent a good portion of her life away from Serenno, choosing instead to venture off into the galaxy on (family-funded) expeditions. Returning with all sorts of oddities, she found coins that would later become Demici heirlooms during one of her treks. They were the very coins that Sybella was wearing now. To wear them was considered a great honour, a right usually only reserved for those serving as the heir apparent.
That is until that baneful Lujayn tampered with them. It was only a recent discovery, but still, one that stung right at the heart. To use a family heirloom in such a way, to imbue it with some kind of twisted sorcery. The very act itself almost left the pieces of silver entirely tarnished; luckily, Sybella and Kalique had managed to purge the coins of Lujayn's essence - her dark influence was now wiped clean from their mortal plane.
At least, that's what the Jedi hoped. Once again, she found herself touching the specie that hung around her neck. Her eyes, ever watchful, compulsively searched a signature flash of red. Since Iego, the wraith had been made silent. Sybella ought to feel relieved, finally rid of such darkness. Yet their unwitting bond had existed for quite some time. Could such taint really be so easily removed?
Feeling a coldness from within, Sybella moved away from Alistair. The Anzat, it seemed, was Force-sensitive. She didn't know to what extent though - if he had any kind of empathetic abilities, he might find her inner depths somewhat uncomfortable. Other Jedi had expressed similar sentiments in the past but the heiress had always managed to dissuade any concerns.
With the statue as her anchor, the lady knight made but a passing comment, "She was quite remarkable, you know. Her travels were simply...extraordinary."
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