Völuspá - The Prophecy of the Seeress
Sól varp sunnan, sinni mána,
hendi inni hœgri um himinjódyr;
sól þat ne vissi hvar hon sali átti,
máni þat ne vissi hvat hann megins átti.
The sun, the mirror | of the moon, from the south,
Her right hand cast | over heaven's rim;
No knowledge she had | where her home should be,
The moon knew not | what might was he.
Sól varp sunnan, sinni mána,
hendi inni hœgri um himinjódyr;
sól þat ne vissi hvar hon sali átti,
máni þat ne vissi hvat hann megins átti.
The sun, the mirror | of the moon, from the south,
Her right hand cast | over heaven's rim;
No knowledge she had | where her home should be,
The moon knew not | what might was he.
Naboo's sun kissed Lilith's pale skin and chased away darkness to behind the nearby trees. Though the young Sith still had her weapons on her belt, she'd chosen to wear simple clothing with softer white and browns in order to blend into the crowd.
She stood near a cliff edge deeper in one of Naboo's forests and tried to enjoy the warmth and scenery. But she could never bring herself to truly enjoy the beauty of anything anymore. So much had happened that robbed her of that ability, but the numbness and pain left behind also granted her strength.
Ever since Gree, she'd been on her ship trying to become fluent in the language to better understand it's technology. This was spurred on not just because of the trip, but the upsetting last chat she'd had with Talak there. To avoid dealing with her feelings she'd simply drowned herself in studies and work.
She was certain Talak would be able to sense her lingering upset when he arrived. She'd been interrupted by another message from him, asking her to meet up. He hadn't included any other information outside of the location. Lilith hadn't bothered asking either, she'd just agreed to the meeting and now she waited.
@Phoenix