Per my new OP template, thread is death enabled
Arla had asked Nakoa to come to Dathomir, which was an irregularity. The list of people that she had ever invited to meet her on Dathomir was slim, and these days, Arla was even less present on the planet.
In fact, she found herself wanting to leave again as quickly as she could. She needed... time. She loved her homeworld, but right now all she could think of was the losses she had taken. Even after her time on Ambria she still felt like she had a hole in her heart.
When Nakoa arrived, he would immediately notice something different about her. There were no underlying thoughts and her mind was like a black hole out of which nothing escaped. Her face was solid and stoic, and she now had a lightsaber hilt strapped to the back of her belt.
She simply stood and stared upward at one of the burial pods as he drew closer. She had told him that she wanted his help in recovering some things, and this... well, perhaps it was an odd place to meet, but then she was still a Nightsister at heart.
In fact, she found herself wanting to leave again as quickly as she could. She needed... time. She loved her homeworld, but right now all she could think of was the losses she had taken. Even after her time on Ambria she still felt like she had a hole in her heart.
When Nakoa arrived, he would immediately notice something different about her. There were no underlying thoughts and her mind was like a black hole out of which nothing escaped. Her face was solid and stoic, and she now had a lightsaber hilt strapped to the back of her belt.
She simply stood and stared upward at one of the burial pods as he drew closer. She had told him that she wanted his help in recovering some things, and this... well, perhaps it was an odd place to meet, but then she was still a Nightsister at heart.