Post by Talau on Jul 24, 2009 14:07:37 GMT -5
The Rilan woman had decided to give herself a rest from patrolling. There weren't many people around yet anyway, but the place was starting to fill up. She couldn't afford to stay too long in one place, but she needed some time away from all of the people who were beginning to mill around. In her own wanderings, she'd arrived here, at the top of the station, on the top level of the two floor observation deck, looking out at the stars and wondering just where Sana was at that moment. She leaned against the thick wooden railing and settled her chin on her hands.
To most there was nothing particularly threatening or outstanding about the woman leaning there, really she was fairly plain to look at all things considered. She wore black pants tucked into well worn brown boots (which had obviously seen years of hard use, though they were kept well cleaned), and a dark blue long sleeved top that lightly hugged her form and hung lightly around her wrists, the bell shape giving her wrists good movement despite the leather and metal arm guards that were hidden beneath. The brown leather cargo belt was nothing particularly fancy either, and it seemed as if it had seen even MORE use than the boots (if that were possible), and almost looked as if it could have been through several wars and survived for the woman adorning it to find. On the silver buckle there was some sort of shape that, at one time, had likely been an emblem of some kind...though it had been worn down with use and time (and no doubt its history). A slate gray cloak hung around her neck, pinned by an oddly shaped "star" brooch of silver and blue, the cloak seeming to shift colors slightly if she moved and (unbeknownst to most) hiding twin sabers that were hooked to the back of her belt. Chocolate brown hair was accented by a natural golden brown and now, also silver...the full back length tresses plaited into a braid and a silver circlet with the same star woven into the hair and settled atop her head.
No, Talau really had nothing that screamed for attention, not even her body called for much attention. Her form was lean and fit, she had only decent curves, her face was pretty, but not beautiful, and her age was beginning to show. The most astounding thing one might find on her where her eyes, and those were easy enough to miss. The golden green orbs remained that way (their natural color) much of the time simply because she had learned long ago to be able to keep her emotions in tight control without cutting them off, as well as a handy little trick that she still employed from time to time...like when dealing with idiot fiances who made one think they were dead then showing up suddenly at one's place of residence and scaring the living daylights out of you and then having the audacity to tease you about Master Luke and your lack of information on his reformation of the Order and....right, her eyes....The funny thing about her eyes was not the almond shape, or even the color of them or ability to change, no, it tended to be HOW she looked at you. Despite her seeming neutrality, those eyes often belied the caring and warm nature of the woman, and the glint in them seemed to never dull, as if a bright flame were dancing behind them as she studied you.
Those able to see or feel beyond the physical, however, might find the woman considerably more interesting. For those who could see such things, her aura was a royal blue over all, swirling with deep green, purple, silver, gold, and even traces of reds and (though very rarely seen) the occasional black threads. Most, it seemed, couldn't see these tell tale colors, so it wouldn't likely matter much, however, the feeling of easily controlled power and grace might catch a bit of attention. Yes, the Rilan woman was a force user...a well trained one at that...and had spent all of her life learning about it, how to use it, adapt it to her strengths and fill in her weaknesses, she had fought with it as both light and dark on many occasions, she had LIVED with it, fed off of it, used it to keep her sane and comfort herself when she needed...she had spent a LOT of time learning about, and growing in, the force...it tended to show. Her mind, however, was like the strongest wall, coated in beskar, and with a shield over it. This wasn't to say it was impenetrable, but it would be difficult as hell to get into, and if one did manage....well....they wouldn't like what they found waiting for them on the other side.
Tal, being the woman she was, tended to exude an aura of comfort and soothing warmth, unless....like now....she adopted a more neutral state. Even with this, she tended to keep her force signature...dampened. She'd been told before that she tended to show a bit more brightly than most, and the last thing she wanted to do was attract all kinds of attention; so, in recent years she had turned to working on learning to control and suppress that signature of hers to a better degree. Certainly she'd learned how when she was younger...if you were a jedi you'd had to learn or end up dead...but to suppress something that she couldn't see herself? That had been a LITTLE more difficult, and had taken Quena's help to learn.
As she rested there, gazing out at the stars, she allowed her grip on those restraints to loosen, and reached out...again. It had become a habit of hers, reaching out through the force, trying to touch him, to feel his presence again...to know that he was alright. The normally busy monarch knew that he was a busy man, and that he had other things to do with the wars that were raging in their time...but to have him leave and then not contact her after...to not even leave a link...it hurt. She found the world, the universe, a much darker place without his sunny and eccentric personality around. Every time she had reached out like this, however, Talau never felt a thing, it worried her beyond words ability to describe...she just hoped he was alright, that he was still alive and safe and happy with what he was doing.
Are you happy where you are, my love? I truly hope so. I miss you greatly...be safe.
She stood there, leaning against the low wall of the upper observation deck, her grey eyes scanning the field of stars that she had crossed and re-crossed so many times over the years. He had to be out there somewhere...he had to be alive. The force loved him too much to just allow him to die, if anything Balargare was a testament to that...ruddy fox spirit.
I'll find you again, love. I found you while with Chronos, I found you on Naboo, and you found me again on Rilia...you made me a promise, and I'm not letting you off that easy.
She mused quietly to herself and through the force as well. Maybe, somehow, he'd hear her....
To most there was nothing particularly threatening or outstanding about the woman leaning there, really she was fairly plain to look at all things considered. She wore black pants tucked into well worn brown boots (which had obviously seen years of hard use, though they were kept well cleaned), and a dark blue long sleeved top that lightly hugged her form and hung lightly around her wrists, the bell shape giving her wrists good movement despite the leather and metal arm guards that were hidden beneath. The brown leather cargo belt was nothing particularly fancy either, and it seemed as if it had seen even MORE use than the boots (if that were possible), and almost looked as if it could have been through several wars and survived for the woman adorning it to find. On the silver buckle there was some sort of shape that, at one time, had likely been an emblem of some kind...though it had been worn down with use and time (and no doubt its history). A slate gray cloak hung around her neck, pinned by an oddly shaped "star" brooch of silver and blue, the cloak seeming to shift colors slightly if she moved and (unbeknownst to most) hiding twin sabers that were hooked to the back of her belt. Chocolate brown hair was accented by a natural golden brown and now, also silver...the full back length tresses plaited into a braid and a silver circlet with the same star woven into the hair and settled atop her head.
No, Talau really had nothing that screamed for attention, not even her body called for much attention. Her form was lean and fit, she had only decent curves, her face was pretty, but not beautiful, and her age was beginning to show. The most astounding thing one might find on her where her eyes, and those were easy enough to miss. The golden green orbs remained that way (their natural color) much of the time simply because she had learned long ago to be able to keep her emotions in tight control without cutting them off, as well as a handy little trick that she still employed from time to time...like when dealing with idiot fiances who made one think they were dead then showing up suddenly at one's place of residence and scaring the living daylights out of you and then having the audacity to tease you about Master Luke and your lack of information on his reformation of the Order and....right, her eyes....The funny thing about her eyes was not the almond shape, or even the color of them or ability to change, no, it tended to be HOW she looked at you. Despite her seeming neutrality, those eyes often belied the caring and warm nature of the woman, and the glint in them seemed to never dull, as if a bright flame were dancing behind them as she studied you.
Those able to see or feel beyond the physical, however, might find the woman considerably more interesting. For those who could see such things, her aura was a royal blue over all, swirling with deep green, purple, silver, gold, and even traces of reds and (though very rarely seen) the occasional black threads. Most, it seemed, couldn't see these tell tale colors, so it wouldn't likely matter much, however, the feeling of easily controlled power and grace might catch a bit of attention. Yes, the Rilan woman was a force user...a well trained one at that...and had spent all of her life learning about it, how to use it, adapt it to her strengths and fill in her weaknesses, she had fought with it as both light and dark on many occasions, she had LIVED with it, fed off of it, used it to keep her sane and comfort herself when she needed...she had spent a LOT of time learning about, and growing in, the force...it tended to show. Her mind, however, was like the strongest wall, coated in beskar, and with a shield over it. This wasn't to say it was impenetrable, but it would be difficult as hell to get into, and if one did manage....well....they wouldn't like what they found waiting for them on the other side.
Tal, being the woman she was, tended to exude an aura of comfort and soothing warmth, unless....like now....she adopted a more neutral state. Even with this, she tended to keep her force signature...dampened. She'd been told before that she tended to show a bit more brightly than most, and the last thing she wanted to do was attract all kinds of attention; so, in recent years she had turned to working on learning to control and suppress that signature of hers to a better degree. Certainly she'd learned how when she was younger...if you were a jedi you'd had to learn or end up dead...but to suppress something that she couldn't see herself? That had been a LITTLE more difficult, and had taken Quena's help to learn.
As she rested there, gazing out at the stars, she allowed her grip on those restraints to loosen, and reached out...again. It had become a habit of hers, reaching out through the force, trying to touch him, to feel his presence again...to know that he was alright. The normally busy monarch knew that he was a busy man, and that he had other things to do with the wars that were raging in their time...but to have him leave and then not contact her after...to not even leave a link...it hurt. She found the world, the universe, a much darker place without his sunny and eccentric personality around. Every time she had reached out like this, however, Talau never felt a thing, it worried her beyond words ability to describe...she just hoped he was alright, that he was still alive and safe and happy with what he was doing.
Are you happy where you are, my love? I truly hope so. I miss you greatly...be safe.
She stood there, leaning against the low wall of the upper observation deck, her grey eyes scanning the field of stars that she had crossed and re-crossed so many times over the years. He had to be out there somewhere...he had to be alive. The force loved him too much to just allow him to die, if anything Balargare was a testament to that...ruddy fox spirit.
I'll find you again, love. I found you while with Chronos, I found you on Naboo, and you found me again on Rilia...you made me a promise, and I'm not letting you off that easy.
She mused quietly to herself and through the force as well. Maybe, somehow, he'd hear her....
2) it took me FOREVER to figure out what to do with this post since 3) she can't exactly leave the station to go get him and 4) lol, sana's gonna have to fight to keep her, Nikos is back on the scene