Arla listened to all the time that the Wreans had thrown out aggressors, but rather than making her feel better, it somehow made things sting all the more. Her Clan had been nearly wiped out by the Separatists, and then had lost many again to the Empire. They hadn't been enough, and it had cost the blood of people she cared about. She was tired of offworlders meddling in the affairs of her home.
That's what Mother thought. Build an Empire, put a hedge around Dathomir, and then it was that Empire that came and sacked our world and murdered her, she spat angrily, with more venom than she had intended.
He put a hand on her shoulder, and she knew that he was trying to help her feel better, and that he was assuring her that he would stand with her, but something inside her ached. Wounds that wouldn't close, and would likely linger with her for years to come.
She simply remained in her seat, silvery eyes staring ahead numbly.
@Mr. Teatime
That's what Mother thought. Build an Empire, put a hedge around Dathomir, and then it was that Empire that came and sacked our world and murdered her, she spat angrily, with more venom than she had intended.
He put a hand on her shoulder, and she knew that he was trying to help her feel better, and that he was assuring her that he would stand with her, but something inside her ached. Wounds that wouldn't close, and would likely linger with her for years to come.
She simply remained in her seat, silvery eyes staring ahead numbly.
@Mr. Teatime