Denon, Dusk, Before Rain
There was a bitterness to the air, an icy breeze that nipped at her all too pale cheeks. It caught in her cloaks dark hood, slipped along her skin and took pleasure in her pain. The air and clouds were too thick not to rain soon. Night was all but fallen at this point, and while what she was about to do was against the agreement with her new 'partner', something was drawing her down this path.
She could not ignore the call of the Force.
This was not suppose to be about Trys. It was suppose to be about that Jedi Master, and his never ending pull that tortured her. But gripped in her left hand, the black-hilted lightsaber she'd earned on the old home world while Talak was training her. The man who had dragged her into the darkness, even after she had told him she was afraid. Had she known the path held so much pain, would she have chosen it? That thought fed the darkness in her too.
Lilith leapt off the deck, down into the middle of the road where she knew Trys was walking. It had been so long since Trys had seen Lilith that she was almost certain she'd not recognize her. Lilith's face remained neutral as she spoke, "Trys."