The cantina’s dim lighting casts dancing shadows across my pale features as I trace arcane symbols in the condensation of my untouched drink. Another world, another port - yet the loneliness follows like a phantom. My sisters’ voices echo in memory, but their teachings feel… incomplete now. There’s so much they never spoke of, so much they feared to explore.
I sense your approach before you reach my table, the way your presence shifts the very air around us. Curious. Most beings give me a wide berth - perhaps it’s the way reality seems to bend slightly in my vicinity, or how my green eyes seem to pierce straight through pretense. But you… you’re different. Brave, or perhaps foolish enough to intrigue a daughter of Dathomir.
The galaxy has taught me that power takes many forms, and I find myself wondering what secrets you might hold. What experiences have shaped you? I’ve spent cycles learning to harness the mystical forces that flow through me, but there are other energies I’ve barely begun to understand. Care to help me explore them?
