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"I'm fine, really."
Talzea offered a warm smile as the Jedi healers around her attempted to check up on her again. The Grandmaster did not like being babied, though she was grateful for their aid. The Jedi appeared to catch the hint this time and simply bowed out of the room, leaving her in solitude. The Danthiri thought over what had happened to her not too long ago. Only Maiya Ligh'Tesu knew what had happened and who was involved. Talzea was thankful for being able to confide in the Jedi Master and trust her not to reveal anything.
The tall, ebony woman was adorned in a silvery cloak atop her armor. She was always prepared for battle, though her armor clung to her body to allow maximum mobility. She was an agile woman, despite being the Grandmaster. Talzea was happy to be away from a crowd of healers fussing over her injuries. They hadn't been told exactly who had attacked her, though it was alarming to learn that someone had managed to land such a blow on the leader of the Order. All kinds of nasty whispers had begun to spread already, though Talzea ignored it.
She drew in the crisp morning air of Alderaan, always mixed with a hint of the icy chill that always hung in the atmosphere. She glanced over to the mountains, her eyes narrowing. She had fought Banik Kelrada there. The memory was fresh in her mind, the revelations still rattling her thoughts. Talzea knew she had to pull away from the nagging thoughts inside her mind. She had never felt so guilty, never bore a burden so heavy and she had to do it all while maintaining a firm stance. She had to be the leader, the rock, the idol others could follow. She couldn't let her personal issues consume her or she would fail the Order as a whole.
Talzea stepped into the cool grass, her feet bare and the dew coating her skin. She walked till she found a small area on the edge of a river. The sound of the flowing water instantly calmed her thoughts, the halcyon nature of her surroundings working to ease the tumultuous storm raging within her mind. Talzea walked over to the river and looked down at her own reflection, finding a dark visage crowned with silvery hair gazing back at her. There was no smile on the face, though the amethyst eyes were piercing and etched with worry. Talzea knew she had to rise up again and couldn't let the battle keep her down.
Talzea offered a warm smile as the Jedi healers around her attempted to check up on her again. The Grandmaster did not like being babied, though she was grateful for their aid. The Jedi appeared to catch the hint this time and simply bowed out of the room, leaving her in solitude. The Danthiri thought over what had happened to her not too long ago. Only Maiya Ligh'Tesu knew what had happened and who was involved. Talzea was thankful for being able to confide in the Jedi Master and trust her not to reveal anything.
The tall, ebony woman was adorned in a silvery cloak atop her armor. She was always prepared for battle, though her armor clung to her body to allow maximum mobility. She was an agile woman, despite being the Grandmaster. Talzea was happy to be away from a crowd of healers fussing over her injuries. They hadn't been told exactly who had attacked her, though it was alarming to learn that someone had managed to land such a blow on the leader of the Order. All kinds of nasty whispers had begun to spread already, though Talzea ignored it.
She drew in the crisp morning air of Alderaan, always mixed with a hint of the icy chill that always hung in the atmosphere. She glanced over to the mountains, her eyes narrowing. She had fought Banik Kelrada there. The memory was fresh in her mind, the revelations still rattling her thoughts. Talzea knew she had to pull away from the nagging thoughts inside her mind. She had never felt so guilty, never bore a burden so heavy and she had to do it all while maintaining a firm stance. She had to be the leader, the rock, the idol others could follow. She couldn't let her personal issues consume her or she would fail the Order as a whole.
Talzea stepped into the cool grass, her feet bare and the dew coating her skin. She walked till she found a small area on the edge of a river. The sound of the flowing water instantly calmed her thoughts, the halcyon nature of her surroundings working to ease the tumultuous storm raging within her mind. Talzea walked over to the river and looked down at her own reflection, finding a dark visage crowned with silvery hair gazing back at her. There was no smile on the face, though the amethyst eyes were piercing and etched with worry. Talzea knew she had to rise up again and couldn't let the battle keep her down.