a soft regalia of vermilion besets her reticent strides, dual lightsabers sheathed and swarthy appendages hidden ‘neath elongated veneer. she returns from a efficacious assignment to a withered dathomir to scope out ( and gather information ) on a quondam homeland of a once feared sith―darth maul. depa billaba was apprehensive: it was lexa’s first solo mission as a padawan, but with gentle persuasion and show of readiness, she was authorised and sent away on a small transport the following day. the assignment was long ( she peregrinated the whole terrene ) and lexa hasn’t seen anakin in weeks. sotto voce lithe frame steps into the berth, jawline tense with enervation as she regards his rimy greeting with one of her own: ‵ anakin. ′
❛ IT’S GOOD TO SEE YOU. ❜ although shadowed by the sting of wrath , solemn words are no less true. many years he’s spent between jedi ranks — learnt about their ways ( the ones he agreed with and the ones he did not. his mother , his wife ; he’s broken the code one too many times ) with unparalleled eagerness , open heart craving such training. yet respect isn’t so easily won : and what has the council ever done to gain his ? absolutely nothing. the fire of disappointment has burned low , ready to be intensely brought forward. TODAY HE DISPAIRS , RESENTMENT TOWARDS THEIR LACK OF TRUST. their hidden plots — how many do they conceal ? perhaps he’ll never known. but in lexa he’s found disagreement as well / what she felt , he understood. a sigh escapes tightly pressed lips , voice tired in their isolated sanctuary. ❛ — how was dathomir ? ❜