Deamelli
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~Nightsister/Dathomirian Rite of Passage ceremony~
Black; all around there was nothing but complete darkness and the deafening sound of silence. That, and the rhythmic beat of Deamelli’s heart pounding in her ears. She could feel the blood being pumped all the way to her finger tips, yet she was numb to any other sense of touch. Waiting; waiting impatiently for the spark so she could see.
The sound of a match and a small flame swallowed the silence and bleak darkness. A floating hand threw the match to the ground, igniting a grand fire, revealing twenty or so women standing in a circle. They were all adorned in blood red robes and cloaks of all different fabrics. In the middle of the circle stood a petite, young Dathomiri girl. Visibly nervous, her eyes darted to and fro the cave walls. Tonight she was taking her Rite of Passage by concocting the Water of Life, a vital staple to the Nightsisters clan. Whether she is able to brew it and is accepted into the clan or not, this will be a night the girl remembers forever.
Yet something is not quite right. Deamelli, the daughter of a very powerful Nightsister, has come to hundreds of these ceremonies and has seen thousands of faces. But somehow tonight is different; there are multiple faces in the circle that she does not recognize. She looks to the girl in the middle, meeting eyes with her. Her pale blue-grey eyes are filling with nothing but pure terror, and it clicks. Tonight is not just going to be any other ceremony... tonight will be something completely different.
Black; all around there was nothing but complete darkness and the deafening sound of silence. That, and the rhythmic beat of Deamelli’s heart pounding in her ears. She could feel the blood being pumped all the way to her finger tips, yet she was numb to any other sense of touch. Waiting; waiting impatiently for the spark so she could see.
The sound of a match and a small flame swallowed the silence and bleak darkness. A floating hand threw the match to the ground, igniting a grand fire, revealing twenty or so women standing in a circle. They were all adorned in blood red robes and cloaks of all different fabrics. In the middle of the circle stood a petite, young Dathomiri girl. Visibly nervous, her eyes darted to and fro the cave walls. Tonight she was taking her Rite of Passage by concocting the Water of Life, a vital staple to the Nightsisters clan. Whether she is able to brew it and is accepted into the clan or not, this will be a night the girl remembers forever.
Yet something is not quite right. Deamelli, the daughter of a very powerful Nightsister, has come to hundreds of these ceremonies and has seen thousands of faces. But somehow tonight is different; there are multiple faces in the circle that she does not recognize. She looks to the girl in the middle, meeting eyes with her. Her pale blue-grey eyes are filling with nothing but pure terror, and it clicks. Tonight is not just going to be any other ceremony... tonight will be something completely different.