The last fortnight had been frustrating to say the least. Especially as it seemed the metaphorical tables had been turned round on the somewhat distorted jailor & captive relationship that was in place between the two ideological opposites, it wasn't that she was now being held captive, but more the case that the Jedi had became increasingly persistent that the the ashen haired human, stayed in her bed, rested and recouped her strength following their ill fated encounter with an ancient Jedi turned abomination. To say that the Zeltron was protective was quite an understatement, especially when the one on the receiving end was a good foot shorter and much lighter in frame in comparison and that was before the fact that she was physically exhausted and little option but to comply, without being manhandled.
Yet despite the fact that her body felt as if it had ran a lifetimes worth of marathons, in just the space of three minutes. And that he had nearly died as a result of her actions against the abomination. The white haired Sith's mind was active and growing restless and bored, the voracious reader had worked her way through the small library she had packed on the ship, and it was either re-read the books from the beginning or stare at the ceiling bulk head in her quarters for hours on end. With a resigned groan the ashen haired sith slid her legs out of her bed, leaning forwards to pick up a couple of branches that the Jedi had some how acquired from the world she had set the ship down onto, Giaca. Using the branches as an improvised set of walking sticks to help ease the physical strain on her body as she moved about, mostly to head to the refresher in the ship.
Alyse decided that she wasn't going to simply just potter about the ship and head to the refresher or the lounge but actually leave the ship for a spell. It only to get a moment of breathing fresh air into her lungs rather than the recirculated air that was pumped throughout the ship. Dressed in just a simple and loose fitting robe, the Sith took a quick look at her reflection, seeing that her features still looked drained and gaunt - but fortunately not as bad as the first time that she had seen her reflection after the encounter. The one thing that certainly was showing no signs of change was the fact that her hair was no longer its sandy blonde hue, but an ashen white.
Shaking her head, Alyse left her quarters and made her way out of the ship, stepping down the ramp with bare tentative footsteps and wooden clunking sounds of the branches being used as an aid. Before coming to a stop at the base of the ramp and taking a deep breath of the fresh air, before looking around the lush green surroundings where the ship had landed within a forest clearing by a bubbling stream. A slight smile tugging at the ashen haired Sith's features, figuring that given the world they had just been on prior, it would only be natural that the Jedi master would seek out one that was teaming with life.
Making a short way from the ship, but close enough to be seen if the Jedi happened to find that the Sith had elected to dismiss the bed rest and wander off. Alyse found a small patch of grass with a single narrow trunked tree with a large umbrella like canopy to sit under. Easing herself down, the Sith lord propped herself up against the tree as she simply sat there, and stared out towards the stream watching it froth and bubble as the water ran its course, before closing her eyes and resting her head against the bark, feeling the heat of the natural light on her. Much better than laying a metal tin can.
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Yet despite the fact that her body felt as if it had ran a lifetimes worth of marathons, in just the space of three minutes. And that he had nearly died as a result of her actions against the abomination. The white haired Sith's mind was active and growing restless and bored, the voracious reader had worked her way through the small library she had packed on the ship, and it was either re-read the books from the beginning or stare at the ceiling bulk head in her quarters for hours on end. With a resigned groan the ashen haired sith slid her legs out of her bed, leaning forwards to pick up a couple of branches that the Jedi had some how acquired from the world she had set the ship down onto, Giaca. Using the branches as an improvised set of walking sticks to help ease the physical strain on her body as she moved about, mostly to head to the refresher in the ship.
Alyse decided that she wasn't going to simply just potter about the ship and head to the refresher or the lounge but actually leave the ship for a spell. It only to get a moment of breathing fresh air into her lungs rather than the recirculated air that was pumped throughout the ship. Dressed in just a simple and loose fitting robe, the Sith took a quick look at her reflection, seeing that her features still looked drained and gaunt - but fortunately not as bad as the first time that she had seen her reflection after the encounter. The one thing that certainly was showing no signs of change was the fact that her hair was no longer its sandy blonde hue, but an ashen white.
Shaking her head, Alyse left her quarters and made her way out of the ship, stepping down the ramp with bare tentative footsteps and wooden clunking sounds of the branches being used as an aid. Before coming to a stop at the base of the ramp and taking a deep breath of the fresh air, before looking around the lush green surroundings where the ship had landed within a forest clearing by a bubbling stream. A slight smile tugging at the ashen haired Sith's features, figuring that given the world they had just been on prior, it would only be natural that the Jedi master would seek out one that was teaming with life.
Making a short way from the ship, but close enough to be seen if the Jedi happened to find that the Sith had elected to dismiss the bed rest and wander off. Alyse found a small patch of grass with a single narrow trunked tree with a large umbrella like canopy to sit under. Easing herself down, the Sith lord propped herself up against the tree as she simply sat there, and stared out towards the stream watching it froth and bubble as the water ran its course, before closing her eyes and resting her head against the bark, feeling the heat of the natural light on her. Much better than laying a metal tin can.
@Catbert
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